Resting and Being Still

To every season there is a time to every purpose...how often do we take seriously the time to rest?I have such a hard time being still and allowing myself to rest. I recently drove across country to spend a few weeks in the country at my parents' home. The house sits on four acres of wooded property overlooking a pond and a lovely grass-covered hill. The bull-frogs, toads, crickets and frogs lull you to sleep at night, and in the morning, a misty haze rises off of the pond. My days at my parents' home are slow and restful. I find my mind racing trying, telling me I should be home cleaning out closets or making lesson plans for the upcoming year. Yet, here I sit, spending my days playing games with my nephew, visiting with family, reading a book or just looking out at the birds and squirrels. I almost feel guilty not being home working.  Then I remind myself that resting and being still restores the spirit and my energy is renewed when I do return home to work.