Today, an intended 20-minute nap turned into 2 hours of lights out. I crawled into my bed around 1pm, just home from an odd morning in 5th grade, seeking warmth and coze. I had had enough. I thought, “If I just sleep for 20 minutes, I can get up and finish all that e-mailing I haven’t gotten to in the last couple days. Maybe I can even get some reading done before dinner. Then I can run my errands, check in at the mall, get in a workout, and work on my scary poetry before bed.”
Two hours later, I realized that what I really needed to get done was some rest. It is more official than ever that 2011 is “The Year of Rest.” You know that I am not traditionally a napper, but God is really using some literal rest to speak life into me.
While this week was nothing but big conversations, big decisions, unknown thoughts, sleepless nights, and extra shifts, God made a way for me to have Friday afternoon off so that I could take a nap–to stop thinking for a breath. Honestly, I was supposed to work in the afternoon, but the arrangement was switched at the last minute.
I woke up around 3pm wondering just what I had happened; I hadn’t moved an inch from my fetal position. I looked around the dark, cold room and realized that my burdens were lighter. God took them while I slept. I could breath easier and I wasn’t in such a rush.
I took my time with the rest of the day. I had a work out, went to the mall, accepted a job offer, had some dinner, watched The Bachelor, then sang this song–the one that always makes me cry.
Have you taken a nap lately?
Naphtalia 
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