Rest and Call for Help

By Heather Walton

rest and call for helpToday I sit in a hospital bed. Again. In the past three years, I have been hospitalized for life-threatening conditions multiple times. One of my life verses is Psalm 46:10, not because I’m good at being still, but because I’m very, very, very bad at it. So over these past few years the Lord has taken the liberty of requiring me to “be still and know that (He is) God.” Directly in front of my bed, there’s a board with information, such as the nurses’ names and my room number. It has these instructions written in the middle:

  • Rest
  • Call for Help

Looks like a paraphrase of Psalm 46:10 to me.

Oh, and to drive the point home, there’s an alarm on my bed so if I ignore the sign and try to do anything on my own, everyone within a three-mile radius will know and someone from the hospital staff will come to my aid. Know how I know this? Because I just tried to get up and get something a few feet from my bed. No independence for me today.

I have read several blog posts lately from people who are deciding to get off the first-world roller coaster of frazzled living. I believe I’m ready to join them. I’ve been so afraid of missing out on something that I may be missing my life. My real life. You know, the one with the relationships. The one with the family. With the game nights, the read alouds, the good-night prayers, the walks in the park, the Bible studies, the journaling, the bubble baths, the long talks that take you down a million windy paths, that kind of stuff.

I tend to be an independent person. But after an ectopic pregnancy, a brain hemorrhage, a broken ankle, and epilepsy … well, it’s harder and harder to be independent stubborn. I’m learning that it’s necessary to be both dependent on God and interdependent with those close to me.

First world life has lots of conveniences, but I believe our conveniences have complicated our lives and weakened our relationships. Many of us live such fast-paced lives that we watch it all go by in a blur. I’m ready to get off the roller coaster and enjoy a walk in the park. And maybe, just maybe, sit down on a park bench and enjoy the view for awhile.

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