You know how sometimes you wake up and just know?
That was yesterday for me.
I didn’t want eggs.
I didn’t want pancakes.
I wanted to eat tiny little hay bales covered in frosting.
Otherwise known as Frosted Mini-Wheats.
I love them.
I love them with milk.
But I’ve had to break them up.
Not because I’m lactose intolerant.
But because the milk starts a countdown I can’t win.
I don’t know who designed Mini-Wheats.
But they clearly never intended for anyone to enjoy them at a normal pace.
You’ve got maybe 45 seconds to enjoy peak cereal performance.
At first, it’s everything you hoped for.
Crispy, sweet, balanced.
But that is so short-lived.
And suddenly, you are eating tiny sponges that have completely given up on life.
The second the milk is poured, I’m in full panic mode.
I’m shoveling.
I’m strategizing.
I’m trying to figure out if I can chew faster than cereal can soak.
It’s not even enjoyable anymore.
Now it feels like a full-blown work out.
I’ve got one spoonful in my mouth and another loaded and ready to go.
Like I’m in some sort of cereal competition.
Terry walks in, looks at me, and says, Are you okay?
And out of sheer desperation, I reply No, I’m not okay. I’m trying to win breakfast.
Isn’t that just how life feels sometimes?
It’s like we’re constantly rushing.
Constantly racing.
Constantly trying to stay one step ahead.
We rush to work.
We rush home.
We even rush to relax.
It’s exhausting.
And it’s not what God calls us to.
Without rest?
It’s like trying to drive on fumes.
You might keep going for a while, but eventually, you’ll stall out.
It’s easy to believe, though, that resting will leave us behind.
That if we slow down, everything we’ve worked so hard for will unravel.
But rest doesn’t set you back.
It sets you up.
It is where you find renewal.
Where your focus shifts to what truly matters.
Where your heart is centered again.
And where you’re reminded that you don’t have to do it all on your own.
Because God is the one holding it all together, not you.
Rest doesn’t always mean stepping away from the work itself.
It means stepping away from the striving.
Carrying the load with peace instead of panic.
So pause.
Take a breath.
And remind yourself that rest is NOT wasted.
The next time you feel the pressure building,
just know that God isn’t asking you to beat the clock.
Then stop what you’re doing for just a moment.
And pray a simple prayer like, God, I trust You to carry what I can’t.
And He absolutely will.
