Good Morning, God!
I used to think of my days just like I did my suitcase — always room for one more thing! Oh my! That was back in my childhood (say last year?) when I thought limits were nasty things imposed to keep us from having fun.
As You know, God, I can’t say that I have made the transition into loving limits — but I am starting to appreciate them. Yes, You remind me that an engine run at 75% of capacity can run for years — while one run at 90% will quickly burn out.
I have the feeling that I am not the only one who has problems with limits. America lives by a 24/7 beat. People have vacation time that they just can’t seem to find time to take. And our press views Europeans as lazy layabouts with their six-week vacations and short work weeks.
Are we addicted to work? Or is it that we are trying to keep up with an almost diabolical work ethic? For goodness sake, God! Even the nose-to-the-grindstone Puritans took one day off from work each week.
What to do?
In the old days — back before we all loved our iPhones almost as much as our families — it was against the law to have stores open on Sunday. Society agreed on laws limiting our personal freedom in order to help us keep a day for resting.
Repeatedly failing to keep the Sabbath has shown me that I am doing too much. This has come as a surprise to me — even though my mother has told me that for years. But willful blindness is a powerful force. Retiring has not kept me from over filling my days. I’m afraid this might be a humility thing, God. I need Your Help.