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I should yield with willing submission, but resisting rest seems to be my default mode most days as the drive to 'do' so often overtakes the desire to draw back and simply 'be'.  Periods of extra busyness leave me flat-out with fatigue, yet some part of me still refuses to heed the signs. I ride the rush of adrenaline, feeling wired as a coiled up spring. So I keep on keeping on, persuading myself that this time I will ride the waves without them crashing me to the ocean floor. Foolish? You bet.  Those things we long to press on with can instead become a steamroller flattening us to ground.  It makes me wonder:  Are we so desirous of being busy, connected and 'out there' that fear of missing out persuades us to be unwise? I know I am, more often than is helpful. When I do yield to rest, I sense God sighing with relief as I finally listen to Him. God won't force us to slow down; He urges us to yield to His ways and picks us up when we fall. A...