I've always been proud of the fact that I can somehow squeeze 48 hours worth of work in to 24 hours. I remember in high school being the one who woke up super early for a quick run around the neighborhood, read my Bible and journaled, all before getting to school around 7:30am. I've lived by the idea of getting the most productivity out of every day.
Then I became a wife. And a mom. And suddenly, 24 hours didn't feel like enough. I found myself wishing, even praying, for a 36 hour day. Maybe a 48 hour one so I could just do all the things I wanted to do.
But maybe, just maybe, God knew what He was doing when He made a day 24 hours. Maybe He knew our human limits. After all, He is the One who created us. Maybe we weren't meant to cram all the things into all the days. Maybe our version of "productivity" is different than His. Maybe He wants us to learn rhythms, and yes, even rest.
Rather than wishing for more hours in the day, maybe it's time to start embracing our limitations. To recognize that God made us for a 24 hour day - including making us with a need for rest. To accept the fact that He doesn't ask us for more than we are capable of giving.
Maybe 24 hours is enough.