When I was ten, my mother enrolled me in piano lessons. Spending thirty minutes every afternoon tethered to a piano bench was a torture just one level away from swallowing broken glass.
I hammered the staccatos. I belaboured the crescendos. But there was one instruction in the music I could never obey to my teacher’s satisfaction. The rest. The zigzagged command to do nothing. Nothing! What sense does that make? “Because,” my teacher patiently explained, “music is always sweeter after a rest.”
“Be still,” the scripture says, “and know that I am God” (Psalm 46:10). Perhaps it is time for you to let the music slow to a stop…and be still and rest.