Don’t expect any massive theological revelations out of me. That’s not gonna happen. I only write what I know, and while I can’t sit back and say exactly why God rested on the seventh day, I can tell you that I understand the significance of Him modeling that rest for us.
This is my second year on campus here at ENC, and as a Junior, the workload is magnificently egregious. Now, please don’t misunderstand me; I’m finally in the stride of taking courses FOR MY DEGREE, which means fewer Gen Eds and more writing and reading, which are exactly what I love to do most. But between all of these classes, I’ve got things I’m doing on my own: English Club Short Fiction, editing for my magnificent writer Paul, book reviews for my boss, polishing up my own book (yep, I finished it!!!), A Cappella Choir and Chambers, among other things.
This is a three-day weekend because Columbus Day. This is also a three-day weekend where I’m rather ill and also have homework that’s on my mind. But what am I doing? Watching Digimon on Netflix. That’s irresponsible, right? Nope.
I’m tired. I’ve been running and running and running to get things done, and I’ve barely had a moment to breathe. My grades and attendance are fine, and I’m budgeting my time. Honestly, I felt massively guilty for taking a day to myself, but I woke up feeling as if a millstone had been shoved down my throat. I’m sick, and I’m tired.
When God rested, I’m positive He was neither sick nor tired, but he gave us the model that when we’ve gotten done the things that need to be done, it’s okay to sit back and take a day. As the omnipotent, omniscient, omnipresent Creator, nothing He does is out of character or low-quality. However, as an imperfect creation, humans have the tendency to either do as little as possible or as much as possible, and both are bad for our health. This year on campus, I’m finding the balance between work and play, and I couldn’t ask for anything more than the amazing Love surrounding me, the community of believers and friends at every corner, and the assurance that no matter what happens, my family will always be there for me.
This year, I’m asking God for something rather different; grades are all well and good, and those are easy to maintain. What’s not easy is keeping relationships balanced. My prayer is not for the highest GPA possible. I’m begging Him for compassion and humility, holding out my cup and beseeching Him for a deluge of grace and mercy for others. And my heart swells with dear, dear affection when I think on everyone who has been so kind to me just in the past 8 or so hours.
I’m resting. And for once in my high-drive/laid-back paradoxical lifestyle, nothing is the best thing in the world.