napping

“Hello,” she said, “my name is Heather. Who are you and what have you done with my husband?”

It was five in the afternoon and I had just awakened from a 2-hour nap.

I hardly ever take naps, let alone for two hours. Is it any wonder my wife wondered what had happened to me?

Later, we were sitting down for a light supper and I said to her, “I think I napped like that today because I feel I can relax now.”

After twelve years of “Go! Go! Go!” in ministry, it has taken me a full year to give myself permission to let up. I feel God saying to me these days: “Stop. Just be still. You don’t have to do, do, do anymore. You can rest.”

It feels nice for a change.