So I Send You

Sunday’s Scripture ~ John 20:19-23.

Y’all. Holy Week Hangover is a real thing.

Apparently, I – and my family – did too much last week. (Oops? I might be a bad influence on them…) And so I am reaping what I sowed this week. Andrew has ear and throat infections. Joshua is a teething monster and fighting sleep like it is an Olympic sport. And I had a migraine earlier this week that could have laid out an entire parade of elephants!

Therefore, I would like to pause on a practice that I seldom do enough of – self care. We cannot just go go go. (Say it louder, Sarah, so you hear yourself! In fact, get up and go say this in front of the mirror a minimum of three times…right now…I’ll wait…) Go go going all the time makes us more susceptible to illness, short-tempered, and neglectful of those things that are truly needful – like spending time with loved ones and connecting with God.

Scripture tells us the story of our God and of his Christ that served and love and gave so much. Scripture also tells us the story of how on the seventh day God rested and that while the disciples were working the nightshift as fishermen, Jesus was napping. It is okay to rest. It is valuable to rest. Those are the opportunities where we reset and reevaluate so that when the time comes we are ready to purposefully reengage in the work that God has before us as individuals and as Christ’s Body, the church.

How do you practice self care? Do you nap, go for a run, read, or listen to music? Do you pray while taking an afternoon stroll, connect with a friend over coffee, get a massage, or sit in silence? Perhaps more importantly to ask, when was the last time you practiced self care? And if you are like me – meaning you can.not.remember – find time for that this week. Find time for that today. You cannot be – I cannot be – the person(s) God desires without caring for the body God gifted.

Take care, friends. Self care, friends. See you Sunday.

Prayer: “He left his Father’s throne above (so free, so infinite his grace!), emptied himself of all but love, and bled for Adam’s helpless race. ‘Tis mercy all, immense and free, for O my God, it found out me! ‘Tis mercy all, immense and free, for O my God, it found out me!”* Amen.

*“And Can It Be that I Should Gain,” The United Methodist Hymnal363.



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