Isn't it sometimes hard to accept a moment of rest? We are all so busy all of the time. I'm a mom of seven! There is ALWAYS, literally every minute of every day, something to do. And not being busy feels like a waste, or maybe a misuse of my time.
I am clarity. I am one with the brilliant shining sun and the window that I see through is maybe smudged and dirty, but I can understand that it's just life that smudges the window and life doesn't define me. I am greater and bigger than the smudges.