I know for me, the greatest hindrance to Sabbath rest is fear. What would happen if I paused?
Because I’m addicted to the suffocating idea that I’m somehow in control. Or, if I’m not, it’s something in my life — my boss, my spouse, my kids, my parents, my culture, someone in government, my plans for my future, or anything else with crushing expectations that I invite to hover over me.
And it will always be too much.
In the pause, we can step back, see the world continue and hear again the voice of the one called the Lord of the Sabbath, and the Lord of all things. — Come to me all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest…My yoke is easy and my burden is light.
May you enter his rest.
Worthy of Imagination 