Every week, we open a real, honest tension from someone’s actual life, a composite drawn from the kinds of situations many of us quietly carry. We ask you to sit with it before we ever offer our own thoughts. No resolution today. Just the dilemma, and a genuine question for you at the end.
She woke up on a Sunday morning after the hardest week she could remember in years, a sick child, a deadline moved up without warning, three nights of broken sleep in a row, and lay in bed for a long moment doing the math on whether she actually had it in her to get everyone dressed and out the door in time for the eight o’clock service.
She serves on the hospitality team most weeks, greeting people at the door, and she teaches the same group of second graders every other Sunday in the children’s ministry. Both roles matter to her. Both roles also mean that showing up is never really optional in the way it might be for someone simply attending. People count on her being there.
That morning, for the first time in longer than she could remember, she seriously considered not going. Not because her faith had wavered, and not because she wanted to spend the morning doing anything particularly exciting. She simply wanted to stay in pajamas, drink coffee slowly, and let her body and her mind finally stop moving for a few hours, something she could not remember the last time she had actually done without a task attached to it.
She got everyone ready anyway. She always does. She served at the door with a genuine smile, taught her class with real energy she did not actually feel underneath it, and drove home afterward more exhausted than when she woke up, wondering whether she had just done the faithful thing or simply the expected one, and whether those two things were actually the same.
Her husband gently suggested, not for the first time, that she consider stepping back from one of her two roles, at least for a season. She was a bit offended at the suggestion more than she expected to. Both roles feel like genuine ministry to her, not obligations she resents, and stepping back from either one feels like letting people down who have come to depend on her specifically.
She also cannot shake a nagging question she has never said out loud to anyone. If Sabbath is supposed to be rest, and she spends every single Sunday morning serving rather than resting, is she actually keeping any kind of Sabbath at all, or has serving simply become another form of the same busyness she is trying to escape the other six days of the week.
She thought about asking for a temporary break the next time a scheduling email went out, then talked herself out of it, remembering how thin the volunteer schedule already runs and how guilty she felt the one time she had to cancel at the last minute for a genuine emergency. She thought about simply pushing through this season the way she has pushed through every other hard season, assuming the tiredness would eventually pass on its own the way it usually does.
Neither option feels fully right to her. Stepping back feels like abandoning something she genuinely loves and believes in. Continuing exactly as she has been feels like slowly running herself into the ground, one faithful Sunday at a time, without any actual rest built into a day that is supposed to be about exactly that.
She has not said anything to her team yet. Another scheduling email is expected sometime this week.
What would you actually tell her to do here? Is serving faithfully and resting well genuinely at odds in a season like this, or is there a way to hold both together that she has not yet considered? Should she ask for a temporary break even knowing it would strain an already thin volunteer schedule? And what do you think Sabbath is actually supposed to look like for someone whose faithful service happens to fall on the very day meant for rest?
We would love to hear your honest take in the comments. This is where we land every Thursday. Next week, we will open a new dilemma from a different corner of life. In a few weeks, we will circle back and share some of your responses to this one, alongside a few thoughts of our own.
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Have a Dilemma of Your Own?
Maybe you are the one carrying a real, unresolved tension right now, something in your own planning, home, rest, or stewardship that has no easy answer yet. We would love to feature it here in a future Seat at the Table, told with care and without using your real name unless you want us to.
Send it to us through the contact page, just a few sentences describing the situation is plenty, and let us know if you would like us to refer to you as “a reader” or by your first name, and if so, please provide the name. We will change identifying details either way to protect your privacy, and we will never publish a submission without genuinely believing it will help someone else feel less alone in something similar.
