“Rest a while.”
I don’t know. I just can’t. I have too much to do.
“Too much what?”
“You’ve never been frazzled this much about work before. What’s this about really?”
Well, really…this is about forcing things. I was…decisive. Too decisive.
“What do you mean?”
You already know what that means.
“Tell me anyway. I want to see if you know what it means: too decisive.”
I’m a…leader, see. People look to me for answers.
Well, I think they do.
People look to me for answers. ‘What should we do now?’
And I know what to do.
Yes. I can see it. I can even see answers for which no questions are being asked. But I believe the question should be asked so I give the answers ahead of time.
“Is that a problem?”
I don’t think it is at the time. And I suppose that is the problem.
“So, just rest. You need to rest. Stop. Sabbath is a verb—a beautiful verb that trumps all other verbs. I know, because I am the Word and I never speak without the bookends of silence. Learn from me. Stop. I’m able to give answers in good time.”
"Shhh...It's okay. It's going to be okay. Shhh..."