I have a confession to make…as they say, “confession is good for the soul.” So here goes:
I have been an absolutely lazy bum today. Not all day…but for a good part of the day, I have amounted to nothing.
I got up at 5:00 a.m. this morning, took a shower, shaved and drove down to the Newport Church of God in Newport, Vermont where I enjoyed a delicious breakfast including eggs, potatoes, sausage gravy and biscuits and venison sausage patties. I then spoke for about 45 minutes to a delightful group of men.
At mid-morning, I returned to the luxurious apartment provided for me, high atop a hill overlooking Lake Memphramagog, a massive body of water that straddles the US/Canadian border. My room mate for one night has returned to Brattleboro and I am all alone here. I have spent a good portion of the day sitting in a very comfortable recliner looking out of a massive picture window at the captivating vista spread out far below me. For several hours I just sat there, drinking in the beauty of the lake and the mountains of Canada in the background.
I looked out the window. I napped. I looked out the window some more. I napped some more. After several hours of this laziness, I finally mustered up the motivation to shuffle into the bedroom to get a pillow … whereupon I returned to the recliner and reclined, looking out the window and napping some more. It is now almost 5:00 p.m. and my plans for the day include…pretty much the same level of activity. I haven’t turned the TV on. I haven’t written one word (NOT ONE WORD) on the new book I’m writing. I have eaten cold food out of the fridge – too lazy to even cook a meal, and even now, I’m contemplating what I can eat for supper that will require the least amount of effort on my part.
Now…here comes the really BAD part:
Not one skosh of guilt. None.
Back on December 3rd, I took a bad spill on the ice at my house and I have been in significant back pain since then. After that, I contracted the current respiratory gunk that’s been going around and I’ve generally felt like a piece of deadwood for more than a month and a half. After arriving back to this wonderful and restful place, I decided that instead of “pushing through” like I’ve been trying to do for the past month or so, I might take the Lord’s counsel and engage in a little mini-Sabbath. The results have been no less than remarkable. I feel better right now than I have felt since early December, and perhaps before that.
I have had the opportunity to meditate on the Lord and His wonderful goodness to me and to my family. I have had the opportunity to just sit and think without yeilding to the pressure of “doing something.” For those of you who know me -that is tantamount to achieving a milestone of sorts in my life.
Thus says the Lord: “Stand by the roads, and look, and ask for the ancient paths, where the good way is; and walk in it, and find rest for your souls. But they said, ‘We will not walk in it.’ Jeremiah 6:16.
Funny thing is that I have been working feverishly on this new book. One of the key verses is Jeremiah 6:16 which talks about seeking the ancient paths, where the good way is and walking in it. It wasn’t until today, sitting by the window, high above Lake Memphramagog and gazing out upon the sheer beauty of it all that I remembered the other part of that verse which I have pretty much ignored for months – “and find rest for your souls.” All this time I was focused on the theology of walking in the ancient ways and while I was walking – I was missing the blessing.
So, that’s about it kiddos…I haven’t even mustered up the gumption to turn on the lights and its starting to get dark here on the shores of that giant lake, perched high above the world as below me, life goes on. Here though, we took a a pause, a Selah, if you will, and said to the world, “Troop on, you’ll still be here tomorrow when I come down from the mountain.”
In the meantime I am in a beautiful and restful place, insulated for a few hours from the madness, and somehow found the resources to say, “It’ll wait,” and my soul has found rest...if just for a little while.
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