I woke up the other morning overwhelmed, a little frenzied, a bit stressed. So much on my plate.
The Lord said, “Rest.”
It was a single word, quite literally a “word” from the Lord.
I didn’t write that day. That’s why I’m writing about it now.
I sat in my chair and felt the weight I woke up with. “Surely You want more from me, Lord?”
There was no mistaking the authority in the word. There was no mistaking the dawning peace as I dared to take hold of the directive.
I closed my eyes and said, “Yes, Lord.” I would rest. I wasn’t going back to bed. I was curling up at His feet. I rested. I rested in the Lord.
I sang some praise. I fought off the encroaching fretting about all the things on my plate. I stood against the task-master and the twinge of guilt that I wasn’t doing something.
I sang some more and dwelt on God’s goodness. I proclaimed His faithfulness.
I rested. I didn’t follow all the rules. I simply sat. I listened to His peace.
I read a scripture passage just because it’s good stuff, not for any great study or because that was what I was supposed to read that day.
I said, “Thank You, Lord, for Your rest.”
We sat together, the Lord and I. I sang and listened. He calmed and comforted.
I didn’t need to do anything. He’s done it all. He provides all my needs. And He has everything in His hands. And I mean everything.
If God says to rest, He knows what He’s doing. If the God of all creation tells me to rest, may I take Him at His word and rest in Him.
If this resonates with you and if you know someone who could use this encouragement, I’d love for you to share it with them.
I pray a blessing of rest from our God to all who read this.