You formed the cosmos and all that is within. You spoke your creation into motion. And when you saw it was good; we were good, you rested. You ceased. Help me to understand what it means to stop, to refrain from the busyness that has caused me to forget–us to forget–that you have called us sons and daughters–not slaves. Renew in us a desire to rest in you.
Busy and Proud of it?
I am guilty of speaking openly about my busyness.
Perhaps unintentionally. » Read the rest of this entry «