This weekend, I am with friends at their house in Oregon. Several families, kids, dogs, a cat. It reminds me of those times in my youth spent at big family gatherings. I can recall being 5 years old sitting in the living room of my grandparents’ house in Connecticut, while all the adults sat around the kitchen table and talked into the late night hours. I would doze off listening, the sounds of the different voices almost coming together as a somehow soothing cacophony.
It’s a nice break for me, as I usually feel like I have to be “in the mix” trying to carry the conversation or feeling like I have to contribute to ensure I am part of the group or showing how smart I am.
Rest can seem so difficult to get for those of us who have a bad combination of an active brain, type-A personality, and lingering acceptance issues. Often rest becomes something we must “do” – how ironic is that?
So I am thankful for the rest this holiday weekend. I hope everyone finds a little rest among the “stuff to do” this weekend – find some time to reflect on the blessings we have, or even just a fond memory of family from your childhood. Sometimes the little things can give us the greatest peace.