Sometimes, I must stop
Or I won’t win the race;
When I’m exhausted
I must give myself grace—
Move away from my work,
Sit down in my chair,
Look up at the sky,
And breathe some fresh air.
I can not continually work!
God doesn’t call me to that.
There were times in his life
When Jesus just sat.
He slept in a boat.
He sat down by a well.
He knew how to work,
And he knew how to be still.
He was flesh and blood,
Not concrete and steel.
He had muscles that ached
And nerves that could feel;
When he was tired,
He did not resist rest.
I’ve been resisting
The thing that I need—
Today, I’m changing;
This I decree:
I’ve published my blog
for ninety-seven weeks;
And now for a month,
I am taking a break!
But not forever;
I’ll be back in September–
On the very first Friday,
I hope you remember.
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