When I started out in music I was 13. I started with drums and I played loud and often. I started playing in a garage band in high school and we wailed. All the time, every time. It was a frantic, disgusting wall of sound that assaulted and offended your ears. We freaking rocked.
One mark of an experienced musician is that they know when NOT to play. It’s easy to play all the time; to wear out yourself, the song, and the band.
In music, if you are deliberately refraining from playing, it’s called resting.
Resting creates space.
Space that allows the parts you do play to have more power, impact, and beauty.
It allows space for others.
It allows you to appreciate what is going on outside of yourself.
My life is crazy and set to get even crazier in about a month when my second child arrives. There is no discernible rhythm to my life right now. I have a full time job and a part time job that I put in another 25 hours a week at. I need to find rest. My wife needs me to find rest. My family, my job, my health, and my walk with Jesus depend on it.
Rest allows God to speak to you. To restore you. To refresh you. He designed it and He wants it for you.
Psalm 62:1-2 “My soul finds rest in God alone; my salvation comes from him. He alone is my rock and my salvation; he is my fortress, I will never be shaken.”