God said:
Fatigue is an idea. It is a loaded idea. It carries a lot of baggage with it. It is rumored that you are not supposed to get tired, as though something is wrong if you get tired. You earn your tiredness, beloveds.
Our dear animals get their sleep, why not you?
Sometimes you give the impression that you look at getting enough rest as an imposition and insignificant next to whizzing around the planet.
Breathing is not meant only for exhale. There is also inhale. Is one better than another? Are they in competition?
You fill your car’s gas tank. You don’t take a dim view of your car’s needing gas. Hmm, come to think of it, once in a while you may complain that it’s using too much gas.
You don’t object to refilling your glass of water.
You eat often enough. You accommodate filling your tummy.
What exactly is it you resist about going to bed early, as if it were a sacrifice? Well, then, consider rest as an altar. I am with you in sleep as well as on the dance floor.
Rest is as important as running around out there.
You spend money. It is dollars and cents – and common sense - to know you have to fill the coffers.
A gum-ball machine has to be refilled. What good is it on empty?
You are entitled to rest. Rest is equivalent to oiling your gun. Just do it. Don’t procrastinate. Be glad to rest. There is a tendency for your mind to say one thing and your body another.
Respect your body.
You can’t be only get-up-and-go.
Prime the pump.
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