Chapter 8 was profound. Rhythms give life, and hard work/productivity necessitate rest for finite human beings. A dripping faucet, being constantly “on” and giving, not having definite times of work and rest and play, makes life blur together. Fighting to get more sleep.
“The antidote [to busyness] is rest, rhythm, death to pride, acceptance of our own finitude, and trust in the providence of God.” [pg. 102]
— May 17, 2026 06:44PM
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