Hunker Down

“Come to me, all you that are weary and are carrying heavy burdens, and I will give you rest.” Matthew 11:28

#Blizzard2016 has brought the East Coast to a beautiful halt. Since Friday at Noon, the entire region (except for all of the emergency workers) has been asked to hunker down and stay in place to ride out the storm. While we don’t usually have a storm quite like this one, it wouldn’t be winter in DC without a couple of days when the weather slows us down. And, I love it.

There is a fast pace on the East Coast, especially here in the DC area. I am typically comfortable with the pace; to be honest, most of the time I like it! I like making lists and checking them off. I like tackling big projects. I like to be on-the-go. I could say that our faith calls us to action, calls us to actively bring about the world that God intends, and that is true. But the shadow side of all of this activity comes when we mix up productivity with worth. Part of the notion behind Sabbath is to keep all of that in perspective. Around here, Mother Nature occasionally brings us to a halt and forces us to step back, to rest, to renew, and to connect with those we love.

Time. Work. Projects. Schedules. All are suspended. For the past couple of days, I have awoken when my body was ready. I have eaten not at assigned times, but when I was really hungry. I have napped when I became sleepy. I have spent hours talking with my husband about nothing in particular. I have played in the kitchen, and in the snow with my dog. I have excelled at doing nothing.

Only now, on day three, am I beginning to give thought to anything productive. Looking back, I can begin to see how tired I had been and how over-saturated my brain had been with keeping all of the things on the “to-do” list moving along. I am emerging from #Blizzard2016 with a new appreciation for the sacrament of hunkering down. If I can’t manage to do it on my own, I can at least welcome this gift from Mother Nature. Carrie Newcomer in her song, Holy as the Day is Spent, seems to capture the perspective that comes with the gift of this beautiful Sabbath rest.

Photo: the view from my back door

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The reality is that I too have

Authored your pain.

I laid a blank piece of paper down

When you needed me to respond.

I chose the shortcut.

I learned complicity,

Learned to move quietly in my privilege,

Learned to let the doors open for me

Before walked inside.

I inherited fear

And did not unlearn it.

In fight or flight, I flew.

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And I commit to hearing

The raw stories,

To letting your vulnerability

Chafe me.