Sometimes we just need a break.
Time to . . . chill.
At work, we call this lunch.
In fact, in my office, I am the lunch-nazi. It's not always gauged by the growling of bellies, but sometimes the growling of my co-workers when their frustrations have reached a certain level. I sense it and know . . . its time for lunch.
And so there are these occasional days where I push and insist and nag and coax until finally calling to place the lunch orders after convincing everyone it's time to take a break.
Its okay to take a break.
I have no doubt that on these days I am annoying.
Everyone feels like what they're doing is important. And it probably is.
But they need lunch.
I see how much they need it.
How much more productive they are afterwards.
In life, whenever I feel I've reached a certain point of exhaustion, something happens.
Things change. I'm forced to slow. To stop. To be refueled.
Sometimes I fight it, insisting on operating according to my own schedule.
During these times, God gets in my face. He tells me its
time for lunch.
Sometimes I say, "no," but I'm learning that this isn't so wise.
I'm starting to finally appreciate His timing, and learning to gratefully accept when He says "lunch," excited to see what's afterwards.
