My dad and I had a conversation the other day about how mechanical life can become. He just took a trip to the beach by himself for a week and when he returned he said he had forgotten how to do some of his simplest everyday tasks. Things that are usually so mechanical for him, like using his computer program to schedule his patients (he is a psychologist) suddenly seemed like a foreign task. We both agreed that that was a sign of a good relaxing vacation.
Wouldn’t it be nice if we could regularly turn-off our brains and break out of the monotony. My devotion this morning called our world an “activity addicted” place. So true. If I am not doing something, I feel like something is wrong. I forget that sometimes doing nothing is just as important.