Ironically, it hasn’t been much of a break at all. Running around with two seven year olds isn’t always the most restful way to spend a weekend.
One yelling my name, and the other pulling on my arm the past 72 hours. When I finally got the chance to sit down this afternoon, and I realized I haven’t spent any time in the Word this weekend, and I honestly, I haven’t really thought about it.
And it’s not that I don’t think God isn’t important. It’s just that sometimes I think, “that can wait; this just can’t.”
I unintentionally put God on the back-burner and it throws my entire day (or weekend) off. I am in a constant clash of running around and forgetting to breathe.
But today, I am resting.
Resting in God and knowing that He is my refuge during stressful days. Knowing that I can always fall back into his embrace.