Have you ever pondered about the rest of your life?
This week, the word rest has conjured up many thoughts and invaded my mind, causing me to contemplate the two aspects of its meaning.
During the week I have been churning through paperwork and delving into the depths of financial planning. Our future, the rest of our lives, seems to be wound up in having a savings plan and being wise in our current purchases, in order to live the promised ‘Golden Years’. Somewhere, somehow, the thought had been implanted, that if we work hard during our productive years, we will enjoy retirement with a comfortable lifestyle.
Now as I look around at my family and friends, I see them snatching at these moments as their busyness closes in around them. Elderly relatives are rightfully in need of additional care, grandchildren bring a glorious added responsibility and many of our children are sadly experiencing marital conflict. Then there is onset of early heart attacks and diagnosis of terminal illnesses that gets added to the mix.
It’s not surprising then, that we find ourselves in a position of stress and pure exhaustion, needing to set apart some time to find the other form of rest. A time to sit down and re-tune our body, soul and spirit.
Many people find time alone uncomfortable, I love it. Perhaps because I am never alone. I have a faith that places God central to my day and although I often push His centrality to the side, there is always a time during my resting, where the plumb line settles back in its rightful place, creating a straight foundation to lean against.
If you find yourself saying, ‘I need to take a break’, can I suggest you really do need to take some time out.
I like to schedule my relaxation and find the best place for this is in my garden, where I have created different little spots to sit, depending on the time of day and the seasons. A cuppa shared with my garden friends never ceases to refresh me as I surround myself with all those who have shared a cutting or gifted me a potted plant. I remember the battles to keep bugs at bay or a season of hardship where watering was intermittent. Nibbled leaves remind me of the criticisms that have chewed away at my own self esteem and mulching reminds me to work hard to contain the life giving moisture and nutrients.
So many of life’s lessons are contained in such a small area and I feel privileged to be blessed with my own bit of paradise.
How do you find the rest ( peace, stillness, tranquility, contemplation, simplicity) of your life?