Rest sounds so beautiful, so deceptively easy. We are told in Matthew, "Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." Just reading those words makes my mind unwind a little.
But sometimes it's easier said than done. Somewhere in the sea of bills to pay, messes to straighten, people to contact and all of the things that fill our hours all day long, it's impossible to be still. And in the rush of activity, sometimes I forget to go to Him and rest. There's always more to do and an inability to understand how one can stop in the midst of a whirlwind.
Wouldn't it be lovely if rest just happened? If somewhere in the middle of the day, as if we were back in kindergarten, God unrolled our mats and told us it was time to rest? But it's not that easy. My rebellious and stubborn self sometimes keeps right on working past exhaustion, not heeding the call of that still small voice letting me know that it's time to rest for a while. Thankfully, the voice keeps calling and those moments when He unstops my ears and I can hear and obey in the middle of all my daily tasks refresh me.
This was written in five minutes with no editing for Five Minute Fridays over at The Gypsy Mama.