I passed by the field of a sluggard; by the vineyard of a man lacking sense, and behold, it was all overgrown with thorns; the ground was covered with nettles, and its stone wall was broken down. Then I saw and considered it; I looked and received instruction. A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to rest, and poverty will come upon you like a robber, and want like an armed man.
Rest isn’t a right. It’s a gift. Technically, we could say that we worked hard all day and earned the right to rest… But I don’t want to live with that heart attitude. I’ve tried that, and every time I only find myself wanting more rest. In other words, I become selfish and greedy. So, instead of acting like I have a right to rest, I’m going to treat it as a blessing from God. As such, I should honor God with my rest – ending each day with this question: How can I show my thanks to God for the time of rest he has graciously given me?
I have no idea how to answer this question right now. What do you think?
God bless, and good night!