This is the Gospel according to thanksgiving—when we give thanks, we admit our inadequacy and God’s perfect adequacy to give us joy in Him.
If God spoke directly to Paris, right now, I don’t think He would say, “Everything is going to be okay.” I don’t think He would say anything. I think He would weep.
We run but never stop. Work and rest are indistinguishable as we tumble our way through our days, busy but never focused, idle but never still. If we don’t observe the Sabbath, we might be subscribing to a view of God that isn’t in line with the God who rests.