Christmas Day was two days ago. I shut the door to the laundry room. I was going to rest and enjoy the day.
There was no rest, I still had to cook and eat. There were dirty dishes, there was still life to deal with.
Real life, not the game of Life we bought and wrapped and placed under the Christmas tree. My husband and I played the game of Life with the youngest two children, while the oldest took a nap.
The game was interesting. Should I go to college or get a career first. I chose to go to work and not go to college. I was a hairdresser. My ten-year old went to college and became a doctor. The game of Life didn’t go beyond the first four turns as real life intervened.
“You are a butt,” he said.
“Mom, he called me a butt. You have to punish him.”
We stopped playing the game of Life, and took care of real life.
I thought Christmas day would be perfect, if everyone smiled and nobody argued. But real life, isn’t perfect. The cat barfs on the carpet, there are always dirty dishes in the sink, and people argue.
I didn’t feel rested on Christmas Day.
I was looking for rest in the wrong place.
Jesus said, “Come to me all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”
I want rest for my soul.
Today I will wash the dishes; I will open the door to the laundry room and wash clothes. I will be rested. I want to learn from Jesus. I willl be gentle and humble while the cat barfs on the carpet and the children argue.
I will have rest for my soul.
