permission to be sick?

Maybe I am the only Type A pastor or pastor-in-training out there, but I don’t think so. I have the flu. The down-in-your-bones, ache-all-over, cough-your-brains-out, fever-and-chills type. I keep taking my temp to see that I am really sick.

Beloved Bearded Spouse lectured me on RESTING. It’s all I’ve done. I was feeling less than grand on Friday, but pushed through Saturday because I had appointments and obligations. By Saturday night, I felt so lousy, there was no “push” left. So I crawled into bed, sent messages to my appointments for Sunday via my family (who did go in to serve) and slept all day.

And I feel like sleeping some more (which I will do in a minute.)

But in a blinding glimpse of the obvious, I had to accept that pushing through to do the next thing “because I said I would” is neither healthy nor wise. But resting runs counter to my “go ye and do it” DNA. I don’t know how to rest.

I don’t think I’m the only person who fights this tendency… but I fretting a little bit about the classwork that is undone, and the people I can’t care for, because I don’t want to “share”…

So as I go collapse on the couch, pull up the afghan and have a cup of tea with honey and a cat comes to hold me in place… I’m praying I get well fast. And that I don’t fret. I am not a good student of this RESTING thing.

Are you??

Deb

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