I glanced across the room and saw my sleek gray, Sneakers dozing. The sun was streaming through the sliding glass doors in huge shafts, casting a hazy afternoon glow. The whole scene shouted, “REST, quit rushing. Doesn’t this look heavenly?”
That’s what I have been missing lately.
I need to rest. Not so much as in, on the couch with a soft pillow and old comfy quilt, however that does sound rather dreamy right now. It’s more like: take a breath and quit pushing. There is so much I want to accomplish. I’ve wanted desperately to write. To spill out words that encourage and words that move. But, my mind has been sleepy and dull in those respects. And my days keep pushing me. Not enough hours, not enough inspiration, and not enough peace.
I know that God is calling me to rest.
I need to grasp within my heart what I know in my head.
If no words come for me to place upon a new, blank page, it is okay. I need to just rest.
If I pick up my camera and inspiration seems to elude me, it is okay. He will show me beauty in time. I need to remember to rest.
If I feel in over my head and the pressure weighs heavy. It is alright, as long as I remember to hand it over to Him and just REST.
He never asked me to carry this on my own. He has, however, called me to rest in Him.
Yes, my soul, find rest in God; my hope comes from Him. Psalm 62:5
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