As I sipped from my steaming mug of coffee and watched the sun rise over the mist-covered fields yesterday morning, I felt grateful. Grateful that instead of turning over and pulling the covers up high, I grudgingly forced myself to get out of bed early {too early, thank you coffee}. In return for the obedience of rising early, I received the rare gift of a few quiet moments to read my Bible and soak in the beauty before me. The neighbor’s cows quietly grazing, the sun’s rays shining through the trees, the mist slowly lifting over the still waters of our pond.
I was reminded of Jen Hatmaker’s words from the IF: Gathering Local I attended this weekend, “serving does not equal striving.” At times, we need to rest. We need to be still in Him. Even if we have to steal brief moments of solitude in between diaper changes and feedings and laundry and dishes stacked high.
I have to choose to rest at His feet.
Particularly in this season, when I am completely worn out by the end of each day. In Jen’s words again, “you may be broken and poured out for the redemption of someone under your own roof. You don’t have to go far.” This is true for me in these days. Sylvie’s heart is healing. I am stepping into her pain and I am constantly asking for a change of my heart to reflect Him. And, you guys, it’s exhausting.
Which is why I am thankful for moments of rest. Moments to be still in order to be filled up again.
Reading Emily Freeman’s post: Why Rest Takes Courage was a balm to my soul.
The details of soul rest may look different for each of us, but probably includes some combination of silence, solitude, nature, your people, and the willingness to come into the presence of Christ and simply be ourselves.
