My journey towards simplicity has revealed to me how tired I am. I am eager to dispose of any unnecessary drain on my energy. I’ve pulled out my tomato plants because their gradual demise towards brown was depressing to me; I’ve cleared my shelves of all but the most treasured of decorations so that dusting is a breeze; my wardrobe is shrinking as I limit the inhabitants of my drawers and closet to easy favorites. Yet my energy supply continues to frequently hover near empty in the late afternoon, particularly on Sundays. Last Sunday proved to be the proverbial straw that ended it for the ill-fated camel.
After church I found myself on the brink of sobbing. I was especially impatient with my incredibly patient husband – for no reason other than that he was tired too. I didn’t speak kindly to him for the majority of the afternoon. Finally, I took the dog and the baby and power-walked up the steep hill near our home. I let my mind run its course, venting a wordless prayer every few minutes, trusting that the Lord knew I wanted to reunite with my sane self. A repetitive thought through the unwinding of my mind was how tired I was and, near the top of the hill, it finally clicked – I wasn’t resting as the Lord commanded.
Sunday is universally known as the day of rest – and has maintained this reputation from the beginning of time. As our society increases its frantic pace, our busy schedules are taking over Sunday minute by minute. It’s a novelty to see a Closed sign on a shop these days, and every business that is open means someone is working. We tend to think nothing of it; Sunday is just another day. I am no exception to that. But I believe that our bodies are designed for a day of rest; we cannot function at maximum capacity without that break. Something will give; someone will suffer, eventually. I know. It happened to me.
The minute I had that realization I could feel the heavy darkness on my spirit begin to lighten. For the rest of my walk I made a few simple resolutions to restore rest to my week. I shared them with my husband and he agreed that we should make more of an effort to turn Sunday into a day of restoration, revitalization, and relaxation for our body, mind, spirit, and family. Here are the resolutions:
1. We will make our date nights on Fridays so that we can go to bed in a timely fashion on Saturdays, making it easier to get to church on time.
2. I will make a concerted effort on Saturday to prepare food and clean the kitchen so that I will have no problem not doing dishes on Sunday. Food on Sundays will be simple.
3. Mondays will be designated for getting the house back in order.
4. I will put my phone away on Sunday.
5. We will try to do something special to build relationships with other people a couple of Sundays a month.
6. I will power walk up my hill every Sunday afternoon.
Making rest a priority requires me to keep my schedule simple. It also provides time for my mind to clear, my heart to be refreshed, and my spirit to reconnect with the One who declares, “Be still and know that I am God”.