I’m not so swift at getting the hint, so my body has to slow me down sometimes. Whatever it was that hit me in the night, it forced me to stay home and sleeeeeeeppp… (which is what I am about to go do after I finish typing this post.)

The fascinating question always is… if I know that I am running on fumes, why don’t I stop sooner and get some rest?

Good question. Because I think I have to, I guess.

But I don’t. I really don’t.

The agency will spin on without me. The sun will rise and set without my supervision. My body, however, will insist that I REST if I do not listen to its little cues.

Burning the candle at both ends is not the model Christ taught. It’s not the model Paul taught. It’s not the model modern-day saints like St. Teresa of Calcutta taught:

“To keep a lamp burning, we have to keep putting oil in it.” -St. Teresa of Calcutta

My lamp was pretty empty this week, for a variety of reasons. But TBTG that I listened and called in sick today. Because rest is as rejuvenating as work is for this extrovert.