Perfect

I'm guilty of never resting. There is a fine line between too little and too much, and I crossed it years ago. Everyone around me knows it, too. All I ever wanted was to be perfect -- and I saw activity as the way to become perfect. The more you do, the better you must be . . . it made sense.

I always want more hours in a day. On the one day of the year when I get it, the day when Daylight Savings Time takes place and the whole world changes the clocks back one hour, I ought to take that hour and run with it. Sixty more minutes. It's a gift.

This year, I'm going to rest. I'm taking that extra hour, that gift, and using it. I'm using it wisely -- not to change the world, but to change myself. And I have to learn that it's perfectly okay.


"Be still and know that I am God . . ." - Psalm 46:10