|My cold remedy (the photo is taken with my cell phone camera) this is a slice of toasted sourdough bread, slathered with butter, then piled high with an entire head of garlic, then sprinkled with basil and calendula. Good thing I couldn't smell!|
I've never been one to think it's vital to take a literal sabbath, refraining from work from sundown on Friday until nightfall on Saturday, but I'm beginning to see the merits in it as I get older. The work won't stop, but if I am to have a chance to reflect on it and to be energized for more of it, I need to take time to rest.
Our pastor asked us to read Psalm 46 three times that afternoon, specifically dwelling on the tenth verse. I know that Sunday is the day many Christians traditionally keep as their sabbath, but I often fill my afternoons with things like photo shoots, house work, 4H meetings and gardening. That afternoon I had a photo shoot, but that evening, as I lay in bed, I finally read Psalm 46.
God is our refuge and strength,
an ever present help in trouble.
Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way
and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea,
though its waters roar and foam and the mountains quake with their surging.
There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God,
the holy place where the Most High dwells.
God is within her, she will not fall;
God will help her at break of day.
Nations are in uproar, kingdoms fall;
he lifts his voice, the earth melts.
The LORD Almighty is with us,
the God of Jacob is our fortress.
Come and see what the Lord has done,
the desolations he has brought on the earth.
He makes wars cease
to the ends of the earth.
He breaks the bow and shatters the spear;
he burns the shields with fire.
(verse 10) He says, "Be still, and know that I am God;
I will be exalted among the nations,
I will be exalted in the earth."
The LORD Almighty is with us;
the God of Jacob is our fortress.
This chapter helped me to understand God as he is spoken of in the Old Testament. "He makes wars cease to the ends of the earth, He breaks the bow and shatters the spear..." I had always thought of God in the old testament as being angry and warlike all the time. But no, here He is ending wars, telling us to be still. It kind of reminds me of a parent, fed up with kids and their bickering. He doesn't love war. He wants to call us to take a time out, to rest, and remember who's in charge.
This statement is followed immediately by verse ten, "Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth." Could it be that if we as human beings took the time to obey the fourth commandment our lives might be radically different?
Remember the Sabbath day by keeping it holy. Six days you shall labor and do all your work, but the seventh day is the sabbath to the Lord your God." Exodus 20:8-10
God took the time to rest on the seventh day after working hard creating the entire universe. It says in verse 11 that "Therefore the Lord blessed the Sabbath day and made it holy. I wonder how much less fighting and war there would be if we as humans took the time to rest, to commune a little with God in a sacred time set aside for Him, and to mull over the goings on in our lives. How much less would I be frustrated with my husband or children over small and tiny things that I stew over throughout a week if I took time to clear my mind and talk it over with God?
All these thoughts are well and good and holy, but the next day after I read everything, guess what, my schedule was about to cycle again. Monday was a co-op day, and I needed to get the kids out the door and ready for all of their classes. I started to feel feverish, but went to school, fed kids, corrected papers, and at the end of the day I actually sat on the couch. I was getting sick again, but Saraiah still had to get to swimming lessons.
The next day, I felt like a two year old with the endless stream of boogers streaming from my nose. I pressed on and went through the entire homeschool day, sneezing on everyone's heads and all over the house and using up copious amounts of toilet paper. It was taekwondo day, and I was miserable, but I still wanted to run during taekwondo. I was relieved when my in-laws called and asked if they could take the kids.
I couldn't breathe that night, and realized that I wasn't going to be doing much the next day. I couldn't even remember how to tie my shoe! I got the kids to co-op, set them up with 3 different moms to take care of them, and headed home to the couch, but not before one mom told me what she does for a bad cold. She eats garlic. Lots of it, and fresh. I have knows it is antiviral and antibacterial, but I wasn't super interested. I told myself I was too miserable to go to the store and infect another 100 people with my disease, but if I still had garlic from last summer in the pantry, I'd give it a go.
By the time i got home I was desperate. There was the last head of garlic. "For such a time as this," I quoted to my sniffly and delirious self. I talked with another friend, who recommended my crazy act of garlic consumption be done in conjunction with a hunk of bread, a generous slathering of butter, and some herbs, so that's what I did. I'm sure glad I couldn't smell anything. I'm not sure I would have followed through.
Boy did I feel good for about a half hour. Then, I was miserable up until the moment I went to sleep. I tried desperately to find other home remedies to get well FAST. I was so eager to find some sort of silver lining in all of this that I began to discuss with my friend the pH of snot and its fertilizing value, as I had just gone outside to attempt to weed my raspberry patch, then discovered that I was baptizing their roots with my mucous. This wise friend told me "Sometimes the best medicine is an empty calendar." I wanted to get better ASAP because we were supposed to do our annual tulip trip the next day. But she was right, I realized. Then I noticed what was happening. I was being given a sabbath.
I was kind of grumpy about that, so I read my book on weed control without poison. Still, I couldn't breathe, and my head throbbed. I was peeing every four minutes, because garlic is diuretic, a fact I had neglected to remember. Of course I was drinking water all the while, which enhanced the effect. I knew this was helping to flush the virus, and that God made good medicine in the plants he has put around us, but gosh! I sure was using a heck of a lot of toilet paper!
I watched a documentary on Iran. Then I watched one on Ethiopia. My kids prayed for me to get better and to be able to run too. Ok, I said to myself and God, enough! I will read it! So I went over to Psalm 46 and read again. It took me about six read throughs before my mind was able to fully concentrate on each word I read. "Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way." "He makes wars cease..." "Be still and know that I am God." and "The Lord Almighty is with us."
The more I learn about the state of our earth, and what people, including me, have done and continue to do to destroy it and one another, the easier it is to despair. I try my best to do my part to care for the world and people around me, but it is never enough. I can work as hard as I can, but if I cannot be still, I cannot feel the clear and comforting presence of God. I cannot feel safe in His fortress.
If I take the time to rest, I can hear His voice clearly tell me He will care for me as He does for Jerusalem. "God is within her, she will not fall; God will help her at break of day." He will be the friend always by my side, always helping and always listening. He will help me through my wrath and frustration, sadness and helplessness. I just need to rest. So this is what I will do. It will start with one hour. I read something in the Bible, then I will take one hour of rest each weekend, whether it is being sitting on the couch, going out running, walking, or even weeding, because all of these things to me are rest, and I will listen.
I fell asleep and the next morning, I felt about 90% better. This is pretty funny, considering the fact that Saraiah thought I was so sick I might not be well enough to go to Hawaii in August for my brother's wedding. I thanked God profusely. I called friends and said that the tulip adventures were on. Levi asked casually, "Hey mom, are you feeling better?" "Yes, way better." I replied. "Yeah, prayer works." Levi said.