taking time

These last few weeks have been crazy. I feel like I reflect on snipits of our life and often feel this way. There is always something to do. There always will be something to do, but life is short. We only have one. And when I actually take 5 seconds to pause and reflect I realize it is flying by; and I'm left questioning if we're spending it the way we really desire to / should be.
Rest is an art, it is acquired. It is different from laziness. And for me at least, it requires a lot of work. "Come to me all you who are weary and heavy laden and I will give you REST." What is this rest? Christians are commanded to keep the sabbath, as much as we are to not murder, lie, steal, we are commanded to rest. And if we've broken one commandment we've broken them all. So why am I vigilant to keep these other areas in check while completely negating this.
We're getting ready to leave for a 10 day trip to Montana to visit Jake's family. I feel that the timing of this conviction of needing rest for our family is not coincidental. While I am sure there will be a million things we want to do, I know that we absolutely need to take time on this trip to be still, to be out of this crazy city, and sit before the Lord, not with much to say, but with much silence.