When my day is done, I do my very best to leave the nurse behind, to find rest.
Spending 40+ hours a week caring for others in a stressful environment takes a toll.
I find I need a couple of mental health days per month in order to function at my best.
I guard my time very jealously. When I leave work, I also leave the world. I return to my home, my sanctuary, close the door, sink into my favorite chair, write my stories, watch movies and shows, eat ice cream cones, and Just. Simply. Rest.
Before I head back into battle, in the wee hours of the morning, I pour a hot cup of coffee, grab my Bible app, head out on the patio, and spend time with the Lord. In the coolness and stillness of the morning. Before the world wakes up. Before the next hours of chaos and mayhem begin. I rest in the Lord. He is my rest.
I need rest like I need food and water and Jesus to be filled up so I can be poured out again.