Freelance Week #18

Today's post is brought to you by a runny nose and staying hydrated with plenty of water.

On Life

Life moves pretty fast. It seems hard to believe that another week has passed us all by. I mean, I put my pants on one leg at a time just like anyone else. Which means I also dream about tomorrow like everyone else. Which means it's hard to live each day to the fullest. But I try. I try to make the most of the time I'm given in a single day because I believe tomorrow isn't a promise. But it doesn't change the fact that life doesn't slow down. Between coffee, work, family, friends, more work, more coffee, and the list goes on, it's easy to let the weeks pass us by.


Just say it out loud. Rest. I love the way it sounds out loud. Rest. It's like your words are taking a hot bath when you say it. Rest. There's a calling for us as believers to enter in to rest. But more on that in a minute.

On Work

I love it when work doesn't feel like work. But even in those moments where work feels like work I still love every second of it. I don't know about you but I thrive when I'm faced with a challenge. Just the possibility to learn something new excites me. The thrill of the unknown. I guess this is the modern day equivalent to heading west. Working for myself I mean. Or maybe it's always been this way. I would like to imagine that in the hearts of all of us lies a place of desperate need for adventure and the unknown.

On Faith

Let us therefore be zealous and exert ourselves and strive diligently to enter that rest [of God, to know and experience it for ourselves], that no one may fall or perish by the same kind of unbelief and disobedience [into which those in the wilderness fell] Hebrews 4:11

I love that the amplified version says "strive diligently" to enter rest because it speaks straight to who I am. I have a really difficult time resting. Unless I'm sick, that's the only time I don't mind not doing anything. But for the other three-hundred and sixty-odd days of the year I have a hard time resting. The gears are always turning. I'm always thinking two steps ahead. So when I lay down to rest I seriously have to practice not thinking of anything. Sometimes it's like tearing out pages of a book in my mind until I get to a blank page, then I focus on that. I don't know where I'm going with this... but just want to say I'm resting.