psalm 61.2A large, noisy machine gives life to my 21 year old son, every minute of every day. Josh is in Hospice Care and he is utterly dependent on an Oxygen Concentrator that delivers 8 liters of 02 to his lungs 24/7. Josh lives a tethered life.

For all the power found in that expensive machine, it’s useless without a $5, 50-foot length of green tubing and a $.50 adapter. Useless.

In our early days of Josh’s Hospice Care (and scared out of our minds) we had a number of little crises that taught us the value of the tether. Josh’s life depends on it.

Kind of like God.

Kind of like rest.

We live and serve and are sustained by the infinite, Almighty God. In Him we have all we need and more, but there has to be a delivery system. There are multiple delivery systems, but the one that tethers me most fully to the best of what God has for me is the time I set aside to rest.

Rest is a mysterious thing to me, especially Sabbath rest. As a type A, work-horse human being, rest does not make logical sense to me. Even after years of being committed, I still do not understand the “how” behind it, except that it changes me. Re-creates me. Refuels me. Connects me to God through a means not of my own doing. It is a mystery, a beautiful mystery, a mystery I’ve come to love.

God’s Sabbath command is remarkably simple. Halt. Stop. Cease.

Plenty of people do that these days, but their halting is limited to mindless entertainment and addictive amusements. There is nothing wrong, in moderation, of choosing to relax and unwind through the entertainment we find in TV, movies, cell phones and social media. It just can’t be the whole shebang.

What is a rest that truly restores?

It’s a rest done with intent and a mindfulness that I am participating in what God deems holy (Genesis 2:3). It is fully anchored in the towering Rock that never fails (Psalm 61:2).

Rest is a matter of the heart.


And His.

It’s a tether I will never live without.


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  • It’s a journey into the heart of God. It comes our way through an on-going exploration of four biblical rhythms that revive, replenish and restore: Sabbath Keeping, Sleep (and other simple stress-reducers), Stillness—personal retreat, and Solitude—personal retreat.
  • It’s an expedition that challenges us at every turn. It convicts us in deep, tender places. It alters our priorities and plans. It’s not for the faint of heart.
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6 thoughts on “Tethered”

  1. Thank you, so much. I’d never thought of being tethered to an oxygen tank and being tethered to God. Yes, I know about being tethered! I know about tubes. They are annoying, restrictive, and absolutely essential. Doggoneit! To be connected to God that way…to see Him as a feeding tube, an oxygen tube, an IV…that blows my mind, but I need that tether more than any other, and I desire Him more than anything else. My food, my air, my water, my life’s blood…all come from Him! WOW!

    • Hi Betty,
      Josh has actually never been out of Hospice Care since entering it in August, 2013. His first months were really rough, but then he leveled out. Last spring and most of summer were amazingly “good” and that was such a blessing since Joe was in the hospital for 7 weeks during that time. What I’ve come to find out is that Hospice Care is an option when medical knowledge indicates that the person has less than 6 months to live. Some people actually go to work and are in hospice care. I always thought it was an “end of life” care option when people were bed-buond. Not so, even though that’s what many people think. Josh is just an on-going miracle!

  2. Yes, Brenda, he is that. I knew he had home care. I thought “hospice” was a place and a “this is it…now” situation. I guess, because Josh has so much life in him, it’s hard to get a grip on how horribly sick he really is at times. I know that, but I forget. I think that would suit him just fine. He wants to known for who he is and not defined by his health. None of us do.

  3. Happy belated birthday to Josh! We had that oxygen tank in our house for a short bit of time. It is noisy and cumbersome. I know what you mean about the $5 and $.50 parts. So much worry about those not get tangled on something or tripping someone up. Not to mention careful storing of tanks, oh so many tanks. There are some days, I wish those tanks were still piled in the living room and I still have to watch my step. For moments I just want to here my mother in laws voice, her words of wisdom, her love; especially her love. But then God holds me and reminds me, the pain is gone, the worry has ceased and she’s out playing fetch with Peaches (our dog). She knows when we’ll be arriving, so it is me who is doing the waiting, the waiting to meet her one day at the Pearly gates. But only in God’s time, so for now (and always) I live for Him. There is a reason to thank Him everday I am here. There is a reson every moment to Love Him…


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