Desperate for Pause

A few weeks ago (before my weekly posts flat lined), I mentioned to my husband my need for life to pause for a week. Everyone to stop moving. Stop having activities. Appointments. Assignments. Stop producing laundry. Stop eating 3 meals and 20 snacks a day (and using 50 plates and cups in the process.) Just stop. Too much to ask? Apparently.

Because people in our house don't tend to stop. Unless we're sleeping. Myself included. By the way, that's not me, though I feel like striking the pose sometimes. Instead, I whine and complain and ask everyone to quit doing all of the above, convinced it's the best solution.

"Okay, so then what? Let's say this life 'Pause' happened for a week. Then what?" 
Well, that would be awesome! I might see the bottom of our laundry baskets or the corner of that kitchen counter we've been missing for 2 months. I might not have to go to the grocery store 4 times in a week (don't ask.)

"And after that week? After everyone pressed 'Play' again?"
Um, the laundry and sink o' cups and stuff of life will runneth over again?

Pretty much.

I'm not saying a week off "life" wouldn't be fantabulous. It would. But likely, it wouldn't really refresh me the way I expect. Certainly not long term. There is another way to address the mutiny of the day. In the end, it may cause us to pause some of our busyness. In the meantime, it will nourish my soul and guide me through the moments.

  When my soul is in the dumps, I rehearse
      everything I know of you,
   From Jordan depths to Hermon heights,
      including Mount Mizar.
   Chaos calls to chaos,
      to the tune of whitewater rapids.
   Your breaking surf, your thundering breakers
      crash and crush me.
   Then God promises to love me all day,
      sing songs all through the night [and the day]!
      My life is God's prayer. 

Psalm 42:6-8 (MSG)