Summer Saturdays have a way of exposing our complicated relationship with rest. We begin the day with ambitious plans, detailed lists, and noble intentions. Yet somewhere between the first coffee and the second, the afternoon slips away. Perhaps that isn’t failure at all. Perhaps God, who rested on the seventh day, is reminding us that life is not measured solely by what we accomplish. Sometimes the holiest thing we can do is sit in the shade, listen to the birds, and remember that we are human beings—not human doings.