I’m exhausted, worn, and in need of rest. Yes it’s physical, but it’s also more than that, it’s emotional, mental, and spiritual. It’s a deep unsettling weariness that a vacation cannot fix, a thunderstorm of questions that seem to drag my soul down. Yet, when I really look at this unrest, I see that I am a child holding all the burdens that I have been called to leave behind. I struggle and strain to hold on, tears filling my eyes as I try and prove who I am. But thank God for His kindness, that He does not scold me, instead He gets on my level, seeing me, eye to eye and heart to heart. He says to me “My child, this is not for you.” how I have heard these words over and over again, and yet He says them, and it pierces me. Christ has the scars to show us that the past is no longer etched on us, but on Him. That rest is found at His feet, listening to His voice, that same voice that awoke stars and galaxies, that made possible streams and mountains. Oh, yes, I am weak, but He brings me strength, because He is my strength.
Rest, see, and understand the goodness of Christ, for He wants you in no other place than by His side; and in no other place shall we find rest, than by the wounded side of Jesus.