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Today was the first time in far too long that I was able to rest on the Sabbath. Part of me wants to blame my old job, but it's not that simple. The problem wasn't the work itself; it was my stubborn refusal to let it go.

I'd bought into this belief that I couldn't afford to give up the work, that I couldn't afford to rest. If I did, then I'd fall behind. But fall behind whom? On our way to what?

It wasn't until I found the time to stop and be still that I realized what a terrible rat race I'd been caught up in. I was striving along with so many others on a quest for fulfillment. But I was doing it in the wrong way. I was trying to fill the emptiness with work. And that worked for a time. As with any other addiction, though, it never lasts. You always end up wanting more.

It happens to far too many of us. We think that if we work hard enough, it'll be enough. If we accomplish enough, then we'll be enough. Or if we accumulate enough wealth, then we'll be satisfied. But it's never enough. Nothing that this world offers is ever enough to satisfy the deepest longings of the human heart.

"Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks the water I give them will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give them will become in them a spring of water welling up to eternal life.”