After typing up yesterday’s post, I went and took a good long look at our current bedroom. And took the feather duster with me. I shuffled some stuff that was outgoing or incoming or attic-bound out of the bedroom and into the Workroom. And suddenly it didn’t look so bad. The clutter and dust was causing a lot of discontent, but uncluttered, it suddenly seemed restful.
We need places of rest in our lives… somewhere we can go to get away from the ringing phones, (Plural intended… have you ever had every cell phone, plus the land line ringing at once? We have!) buzzing dryers, beeping oven timers, e-mails, calendars, and To-Do lists. We need to walk away from the business and busyness of every day life and just Be Still.
I have a very difficult time with finding stillness. Partly because I don’t say “no” often enough, but mostly because there are a lot of things that I want to do. I often get one too many irons in the fire, and end up getting burned. Or burnt out. And then I’m crabby at the whole world and it’s really not the world’s fault. Starting with our bedroom, I’d like to really and truly work on creating some resting places in our lives. Places of wisdom and beauty.
Come unto me all ye that labour
and are heavy laden,
and I will give you rest.
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