In our house, Friday is a day off. It is our day of sleeping in and rest. Of reading books, watching movies, and puttering around the yard. Of french-pressed coffee, fresh baked bread, and wine in the afternoon.

All things not God, all things made by God need rest…and maybe especially us. Because, unlike goats and beetles and flies and lizards, we try to outwit and outrun our limits. We think we’re the exception, the one for whom busyness will translate into fruitfulness. We think because we’ve figured ways to build impossibly tall buildings and dig immensely deep, broad holes, to spy on babies in the womb, to tease our strands of DNA, to send whole computer files from New York to Nairobi in a split second – we think because our industry and ingenuity seem boundless, we can also figure out a way around our God imposed need for stillness. We can’t. The need is not conjured away by medication, technology, discipline, cleverness, sheet willfulness. It always come back to take its due.                    - Mark Buchanan, The Rest of God

Take a deep breath. Today is Friday.