I am not good at resting.
I love to sleep, I love to be with my friends, I love to do things that give me life and energy and hope–walking outside, painting, listening to worship music, reading a good story, watching movies with happy endings.
But I stick my fingers in too many things. I get too involved, because I want to be involved in all these good things. But I cannot do it. I stretch myself too thin, and then I get tired. And I cannot give as much of myself as I want to. Because I am trying to give too much in too many places.
I need to practice the art of rest. And of saying “no.”