Practicing Rest
She came to me with piano book in hand, one of her many impromptu breaks from practicing and said,
Look, it's a song you play with no hands.
No hands? I asked. How does that work?
It's a song with just rests, she replied matter-of-factly. You don't use your hands. You just practice rests.
I let her words sink in and settle down deep.
And in that instant, I knew that God had once again spoken timely truth into a single mundane moment.
Life lived with some songs of rest every now and then, I thought to myself. What might that look like?
To simply accept the fact that yes, we work and practice and perfect and labor and sometimes we just need to play a song of rest. That songs of rest give Him glory and breathe life back into our stressed-out souls in ways that songs of a zillion fancy, strung-out notes cannot. That songs of rest lullaby our spirits in ways that chords and trills and constant staccato cannot.
Fast and furiously, I pound and plunk out the notes of the crazy everyday and it is cacophony, not calm...discord, not delight.
Oh to be nine and and naive and fully accepting that sometimes we just need a song of rest and that's all there is to it. That practicing rest is just as legitimate as whatever else we're doing all day with our ever-tasking hands.
And I, at 37, know that rest takes actual practice...discipline even?
The season ahead is one of gratitude and celebration. It's also one in which the to-do takes precedence over the rest our souls need. We're so busy tasking and preparing; receiving rest takes a backseat...
He takes a backseat.
Ironic, yes, how busy we can become as we prepare for and celebrate the One who is rest.
Too often, my busyness and inner mess blinds me from seeing Him as that. And I'm grateful beyond words that He relentlessly pursues me anyway, amid piano books and dirty dishes and unfolded laundry, an unassuming 9-year-old girl unknowingly speaking divine truth words just for me in that bleary-eyed moment...
Child, practice rest.
I pray that for me, for you, for all of us, our hands and our hearts can find peace, stillness, and grace in the One who invites the weary to come.
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The LORD replied, “My Presence will go with you, and I will give you rest.”
Exodus 33:14
Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.
Matthew 11:28-30
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Unwrapped with Emily {Chatting at the Sky}