Thus the heavens and the earth, and all the host of them, were finished. And on the seventh day God ended His work which He had done, and He rested on the seventh day from all His work which He had done. (Genesis 2:1-2 NKJV)
Oh, the perils of having the type A personality. We strive to achieve - or maybe we don't really strive, because the achieving is rather fun - and even when we have accomplished more than most reasonable people, we refuse to recognize how much progress we really have made. Instead, we quickly forget the progress and choose to zoom in the endless list of projects our ever creative "do-er" minds have yet to finish. Can anyone else relate?
I had a related discussion with my coach yesterday afternoon. In the closing of our conversation, I was asked "What have you done or what will you do to celebrate the things you have accomplished?" As I got off of the phone and proceeded with the rest of my busy evening, I decided that I would think about that later...tomorrow. But then, around 6:45pm, I went to get the mail...
As I slowly walked to the mailbox on a perfect fall evening, I felt the slight breeze in the 75 degree air and noticed the sun starting to set in the west and I knew then, even though I only had 45 minutes until a conference call, what I would do to "celebrate". I would take a short walk to the setting sun. I put the mail away and changed clothes and walked -not very far and not very fast, which is a stretch for me. I walked to a pond in our subdivision, found a bench around this pond and just sat there as the sun made its final pass through the sky. I didn't see the sun go down in the west, but the reflection of its glory on the eastern clouds from a storm that had just passed was incredible. It was quite the show of that beautiful orange/pink/red color that I hope everyone is familiar with. Those colors reflected somewhat in the ripples of the pond as well. Can you close your eyes and just imagine the night? I still can. God was so good to me to make me stop last night through the question of my coach and that little breeze on the way to my mailbox on the perfect fall night.
I sat there until the sun almost went down and walked slowly back home, taking in all of the colors of the flowers in the carefully manicured lawns and the western sky that had started to become a faded yellow. That is what I did to celebrate.
Why do we sometimes allow ourselves to get so busy that we let the beauty of our world (inside or outside) pass us by? Sometimes, our busyness lasts for just a season, but we shouldn't allow it to become a lifestyle. After all, even God took a break. How will you take a break? You will be glad you did.