I feel like I’m  living in an alternate universe.

I just walked outside to get something from the trunk of the car and that’s as far and as long as I’ve been outside for three days. This is rest that we we’re expecting.

What started out as exciting – I get to work from home today!  on Friday has turned into unmeltable ice, postponed parties and a groundhog day kind of existence. The world is still moving somewhere out there, but we’re as solidly in place as the ice in top of my car. I’ve reorganized my bedroom and bathroom, watched Christmas movies and wrapped Christmas presents, slept without setting a morning alarm, drunk coffee, cider and hot chocolate in a never-ending cycle and texted friends about when, if ever, we’re going to see each other again.

This isn’t rest that we planned on, but it’s rest from the Father. It’s also quiet and slow-movement with the Father. It isn’t what I expected to do with my weekend, but it’s rest from Him, rest with Him –  and knowing that makes me want to sit back and brew one more cup.

Let’s not fret about when life is going to get back to “normal,” let’s  just be with Him today.