Do you ever read the obituaries and feel jealous of the departed? I sometimes do. I don’t wish my life would end anytime soon, but I am envious of those who just get to rest.
Eternal rest sounds so wonderful to me right now, probably because of the stage my life currently is in. I have 3 kids under 6, and I am tired. I am tired of cleaning the high chair, cutting the crust off of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, washing urine-soaked bedding three times a week, convincing everyone under 4 feet tall to go to sleep before I can catch some shut-eye, and picking up 17 million Legos every day.
When I remember to look at the big picture, I don’t feel much better. It seems that life is just work, work, and more work, and then we die. Maybe I just need to go reread Ecclesiastes. Or Job. Life is a lot of toil for anyone who has any ambition at all, so maybe I need to find my joy in the toil.
Yes, that must be it. We always have work to do, no matter what stage of life we are in. Once my kids are older and can cut their own crusts off their sandwiches, I will drive them to sporting events. And once they are all in school every day, I will fill my hours with more paid work.
One day, I will get to rest. I look forward to it being high on that mountain, but until then, I will try to find more joy in my work here on earth until it is done.