My husband and I are going on a vacation—together. That may not sound like news to most people, but for us it is more rare than a blue moon.
In 40 years we’ve only been on vacation together about a dozen times—and most of those were with family.
He’s always been a go and see kind of guy. Fill up the schedule. See all the sites. I would come home exhausted.
This time, he’s on vacation. No agenda. Not interested in going or doing.
Resting. Really resting.
I’m encouraged. It’s as if I have permission to rest, too.
Why do I need someone else to give me permission?
Do you need permission to rest? To Sabbath?
We’re planning to go to Hawaii next year for our 40th. I asked for recommendations from friends on Facebook. One of the best came my friend Mike. He said this: My recommendation… just go to Hawaii (I liked Maui)sit on the beach during the day and relax. Go to a Luau in the evening and enjoy yourself. Take notes for all the stuff you would like to visit on your next trip, maybe squeeze one of those in on this trip but most of all relax. Don’t worry about your hair while you’re there because there is no such thing as a good hair day on the islands. And relax, treat like one long Sabbath.
There’s something to be said for this kind of thinking. Get someplace in nature. Appreciate God’s amazing handiwork. Breathe.
I’m breathing a lot of Arizona air this week. And thanking God for the opportunity to rest.