God, remind me to steal some time.
To look at the clouds
to be bored
to take the scenic route…
Tell me how it is ok if the house is messier than I’d like, that it’s good to claim the smaller victories of keeping everyone fed and (at least starting out) in clean clothes…
Remind me that Jesus stole time all the time!
Napping in the storm, snuggling a fig tree, sneaking off to a lake
When you lead me beside the (sort of) still waters of a small lake beach on a stolen afternoon, help me to embrace the experience.
When the power or internet is out and I’m forced to relax…
If the best I can muster in thought is half written sentences…
When time is given, as a gift, remind me that it isn’t stolen.
Remind me that Holy Spirit herself might be intervening.
Whisper to me that I am beloved. And that my worth is not based upon my productivity.
I’ll never forget my first year in full time ministry when there was a snowstorm every single Wednesday of November, forcing me to slowdown.
Sometimes, I need that reminder God.
And if I need to take the longer way to Jerusalem, if I need to mull and mutter and forge out some time to relax before I do the next hard thing, that is okay.
Remind me, God, that you built me, and all humans to be this way.
And that Jesus knew full well that breaks for food, laughter with friends, and time with family are essential to our humanity, and Jesus was indeed fully human.
Rest is essential, Sabbath is commanded, time is precious–let me live these truths in whatever way I can, I pray.
Many thanks to the continuing inspiration of the Nap Ministry: https://thenapministry.wordpress.com/ (who you can also follow on twitter)
Feel free to use/adapt with credit to Pastor Katy Stenta