I had to learn to “practice” resting. In adulthood, I have rarely napped. Even when my body felt like taking daytime rest, my brain chose otherwise. And when I gave into temptation to sleep during the day, it never was the refreshing 30 minute variety of sleep. A nap would turn into 4 hours of afternoon sleep, which in turn, ruined my sleep pattern for the rest of the day/evening.
That was my normal pattern, but this odyssey is anything but normal. Three days ago (5/7), I had surgery for the second time in a month (lumpectomy followed by port installation). My body was tired of being anesthetized plus having to heal wounds…and it let me know.
This day, after managing a few errands plus a smattering of house-cleaning, my physical shell surrendered. Early afternoon all I could do was recline, watch Netflix shows I’ve seen a dozen times, slip into dreamland, wake up briefly, then repeated. I finally stood upright enough to scroung a late supper from leftovers, then the day was finished.
That was my major accomplishment for Friday! My mind finally gave my body permission to rest and renew. I was pleased that the daytime rest didn’t interfere with my normal nighttime slumber — I awoke refreshed the next day.
Those who trust in the Lord will find new strength. They will soar high on wings like eagles. Isaiah 40:31
He refreshes and restores my soul. Psalm 23:3
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