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Rest (revised)

Originally I thought the concept of “rest” for me in 2015 referred to taking a break from stress and challenges.  I interpreted rest, the meaning of the number 15, to be a timeout for me.   Now, I understand the word rest to be my ability to relax in the arms of my God.  This new definition of rest has more to do with trust than an interlude from responsibilities. 

I don’t know that I really thought I could (or would) ignore my responsibilities because I believe that being responsible to someone or something is a sign of health and maturity.  It’s more reasonable for me to think that rest for 2015 was related to taking a break from the “big” stuff: relationship challenges, health concerns, emotional turmoil, etc.  As I reflect over the past few weeks and months, the revelation of the word rest is growing for me. 

Revelations have a way of growing into something completely different than the original idea.  For example, the revelation of parenthood continues to grow and change, and since I am only 4 months into parenthood I have a feeling it’ll change a time or two again.  The trouble with growth of revelations is that once your perspective has been altered the original thought doesn’t seem to quite fit anymore.  You can find value and appreciation for the beginning stages, but the newness of the growth seems more exciting and more fitting. 

Maybe revelations are supposed to be that way…  Maybe the first revelation was just Similac, and the second revelation was more like Rice Cereal...  Maybe the next revelation will be like the pear pudding I’m making tomorrow to freeze into baby food cubes… Maybe each revelation is just a building block to get me to something even more substantial like a sizzling filet from Vic & Anthony’s and sea salt fries…  Maybe I have an unhealthy obsession with food…  


Either way, I am thankful for a new understanding and for new growth. I am thankful 2016 is here, and I am thankful that I am here too!

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