Puttin' on the Brakes

Dear hubby came down with the flu on Wednesday evening. By Thursday morning he was more miserable than I had ever seen him, so I sent him to see the doctor. He has the flu and this flu has triggered shingles! Poor thing. I have never seen him in such acute pain before. He's a tough guy and hasn't even missed a day of work over this, but the slightest touch can make his knees buckle. He works in a relatively isolated office surrounded by a welding shop, so there is no risk of encountering pregnant women or children. Still, I wish he would take the time to rest.

Why is it that we are prone to looking at resting time as wasted time? Why is there such a push to be constantly productive? When did we demote stillness to a status somewhere below taking out the trash?

I don't have a deep spiritual answer for this one. I'm a little tired and in need of rest myself. Say a prayer for my fella when you can. Pray for moments of rest. Thanks.