I finished Shelly Miller’s Rhythms of Rest last night. I found her words a source of comfort as she has a story quite similar to what I am walking through right now. I practiced a mini Sabbath rest yesterday evening – I left a sink full of supper dishes and plopped myself into the recliner and rested after a day of edits and pdf’s! At 9 o’clock the iPad and I went to bed, sat up against a mountain of pillows dropped in on Tweetchat to find the room full of my favorite online people (well, they weren’t all there!). I engaged in some conversation and waited. Five Minute Friday Twitter parties have a way of being extremely prompt – you can set your watch – Kate Motaung is punctual, at 9:45 p.m. Eastern Daylight Time she said…
I know, right? This photo is perfect. You can see it in her face, “Should I or shouldn’t I hit send?”
It is the age-old question. As old as time itself.
Remember Eve? In the garden? Walking with her man admiring the beauty and the scrummy food at her fingertips. Seeing “the” tree in the center of it all – you know the one. The one THE ONE said not to touch, not to eat, not to even think about.
She stops, certain she’s heard a rustling within its leaves and fruit – wait, is that a voice she hears?
Why wouldn’t you eat of it?
HE told me not to.
But HE’S not here and HE only is saying that because HE doesn’t want you to become like HIM. Go ahead, it can’t hurt you.
She looks at the man with her.
The rest is history.
Write it down.
Hmm…should I or shouldn’t I?
How many times in the courses of our lives do we ask ourselves THAT question. Should I or Shouldn’t I? With the wisdom of years I have learned IF that question arises? It’s best not to.
What thoughts does the word SHOULD conjure up for YOU? Do tell…