I got an email invitation inviting me to take part in a 30-Day Challenge to Hustle. I was sorely tempted to sign up, thinking that maybe paying somebody I admire $37 (a steep discount) would encourage me to get a move on and make some progress.
Then I started thinking about what my 30-day goal might be. Walking? Targeting weight loss? Writing? That guitar I still don’t know how to play? The options are endless.
And the concept of needing to move forward and have a goal and be doing something sounds very American, very over-achiever like. But as I thought about signing up, I heard a small voice saying Rest.
It’s possible that it is just laziness on my part or the combination of my late night with an early morning, but it felt bigger than that. I have a lot of irons in the fire already and that drive to hustle–to add one more–is attractive. In my quiet time though, I’ve been running across words like rest and abide and stillness and peace.
And those seem the opposite of hustle.
Ecclesiastes tells us that there’s a season for everything, and I feel called to a time of prayer and waiting and, yes, sidelining the hustle a bit to take on more of the rest and the abiding with the One who promises peace and rest.