Looking for rest in all the wrong places

This will only mean something if you've been to my flat--but notice that the snow is hiding the big building under construction.

I woke up to snow this morning!

This is the best I could do to capture how hard it is snowing--but it is seriously coming down!

Now the God of all grace, who called you to His eternal glory in Christ Jesus, will personally restore, establish, strengthen, and support you after you have suffered a little. 1Peter 5:10
  
<sup>Well, friends, to say that it is beginning to look a lot like Christmas in Vienna this morning is an understatement! I've been up since 3:45, and it has been pouring snow since I got up. Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous. Now, it'll melt tomorrow, so no worries that we are in for snow from now until Spring, but I'm enjoying sitting at my kitchen table and watching it snow. I like snow. I really do. (Somewhere, Sarah Beth is groaning, because she HATES snow.) I do not like ice, but snow is pretty. 

My flat is quiet this morning. Our guests from Czech Republic returned home yesterday, and our Fall break starts today, so everyone (except me, of course) is taking advantage of the chance to sleep in. We had planned a trip to Budapest this week, but changed our mind. With Daddy recovering in Florida, a hurricane/winter storm bearing down on Marc's parents in Maryland, and summer travel plans that look expensive, we decided to save the money and not be out of town. But there are beautiful day trips from Vienna, and we are looking forward to those. (If our Austrian friend, Greta, reads this--we are going to Bratislava, and not just to Tesco, per your instructions!) I don't really mind being up early this morning. It's so peaceful to watch the snow, to sip coffee, to read my Bible. It brings a sense of restfulness to my day, and rest, well...it's quite the commodity in the Hooks house these days.

Many of you know that Marc has been having some troubling symptoms of a health problem. Honestly, we thought it was his heart. If you know Marc's parents, you know that his family's heart history is not exactly pristine, so we are always cautious about anything that could be a sign of heart problems. And these symptoms have been really scary. So he went to the doctor last week, and the doctor diagnosed a "lung problem" which requires him to use an inhaler, and clinical exhaustion. Sweet folks, well-meaning friends, have suggested that he take a nap or get a particularly good night's sleep. And, of course, there is an element of needing sleep, but that's not really the problem the doctor identified. It's not sleep he prescribed. It's rest. And the things he talked about with Marc...less stress, less pressure, more time relaxing...they are not the results of a few nights' lack of sleep, but a problem we have faced since coming to Vienna. Where do we find rest?

Now, before you blame this on Marc's job or his travel schedule (I've already gotten emails), I will tell you that those two things are sources of great joy for Marc. He loves his job. He loves what he does. He loves the opportunity not just to travel, but to make connections with so many people all over Europe and the world. That feeds his soul. Those things are not the problem. And listen--this is not a Hooks problem. I am hearing these stories from all over the world. We're tired. We're exhausted. We need a break. Rarely are those comments coming from people who hate their job. Nope. They're coming from people who, like we have, are looking for rest in all the wrong places. (Get the reference to the old song? Get it? See what I did? Hehehehehee...I tickle myself.) 

We love Vienna. We adore Austria. We could not love this city more. And we love the work we do for Southern Baptists. Our lives are good and sweet in so many ways. But we often take things on ourselves that aren't ours to take. We worry. We are anxious. We want to be perfect. (In language, in ministry, in writing, in video work, in parenting, in our marriage...name something. We want to be perfect in it.) We pray and give things to God, but pick them right back up and strap them on our shoulders again--the salvation of beloved friends, Daddy's health, the Engage Sochi project, our relationship with our Austrian church, learning yet another language. And like you, we have other stresses that are too personal to share in a public format. Suffice to say that this past year has been one of the most stressful times we have experienced in our family's life.  And though we have tried very hard to keep the stress under control, to relieve the pressure we feel, to make our lives restful and calm...well, obviously, we have pretty much failed at that. So where do we go from here?

This isn't one of those blogs where I have the answer tied up in a neat bow, where I can end it with a description of how cool and super spiritual we are in our solution to this problem. I can't. You know why? I don't know the answer. I know that Jesus is the answer, of course. He is our rest. He is our peace. For sure that's true. But how that plays out for us in a practical way...well, as SB would say, we're working on it. A friend suggested that we take a look at our Sabbath practice. Do we have Sabbath practices? Or are we so caught up in running from one place to another that we never give ourselves the chance to really take the opportunity to rest? I don't know the answer to that. It's something we are praying over. Here is what I do know--this is an issue of the heart. We DO have a heart problem, it turns out--just not the one we thought we were looking at. The problem here is that in our hearts, we have tried really hard to be in charge and control. But in a year of "perfect storm" events--one hard thing after another, one stressful situation after another--we have tried to act like we had it all together. So here is the honest truth: we don't.  We are often a big mess. We love our parents and our kids and our friends, and we want only good things for them, and when there are things in their lives and ours that are out of our control, bad things, sometimes terrible things--it's stressful. We want to make life good for everyone. We want everyone to know Jesus and His love and salvation. And when we can't make that happen...it's stressful for us. And the past year has worn us out. Like so many people in ministry, we're exhausted, not just in our bodies...but in our souls, where the exhaustion is nearly palpable.    

So, we're working on it. We really are. We spent the weekend laughing with people we really love. Laughter is excellent medicine, for sure. We are developing some really close relationships in Vienna, some old, some new, and that is helpful, too. And there are little moments that are so encouraging--like yesterday, at the end of our church service, when the whole church held hands and sang "Blessed be the Tie that Binds" together--auf Deutsch, of course, but quite touching despite the language barrier. So this isn't a blog post about how God has worn us out in ministry--not at all. Don't walk away with that. Again--we love our city, we love Austria, we love our work. But none of those things are necessarily a prescription for rest. And we need rest. So pray for us, won't you? As we seek rest and identity not in what we can do, how perfectly we can speak however many languages God has in store for us, how many videos or articles or whatever we can produce. Because here is our identity: while we were sinners, Christ died for us. He loves us. He believes in us. He has us here. He, and He alone, is our peace. Wherever you are in the world, I pray that your lives are full of the joy that comes from serving a risen Savior, and that you are enjoying the snow there, too. Blessings to you and yours!

His,
Kellye</sup>