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Waiting and Rest


Rest gives perspective.  Waiting brings hope.

 God assures us, His burdens are light.  Then why at times, do mine feel overpowering?

 For me, it is because I do not take them as they come. I push on.  In my own strength.  My own way. Driven by defenses and my own stubborn pride.  

 God's love and in His great mercy and grace, let's me try on my own.

 Until, I crash against the accumulation of burdens I've built up.  Losses, hurt, pain, grieving, lack of self-care and responsibility.  

 Boulders of shame and guilt and feelings of having to prove something on my own.   One giant stockpile.  

 The natural waves and ebs and flows of life are backed up and blocked.  Finally, with the weight of the world, I crash. 


 Collapsed on the shore of humility.  

 And, God is there.  His hand on my forehead and He gently says, "Stay."  
"All things have been handed over to Me by My 
Father; and no one knows the Son except the 
Father; nor does anyone know the Father except 
the Son, and anyone to whom the Son wills to 
reveal Him. "Come to Me, all who are weary and  
heavy-laden, and I will give you rest. "Take My 
yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle 
and humble in heart, and YOU WILL FIND REST 
FOR YOUR SOULS.… Matthew 11:27-29

The boundaries God has placed around me, is for my protection and health.  God's merciful shepherding.  

Dr. Maxwell states, "But we need to expect mistakes, failures, and losses in life, since each of us will face many of them.  But we need to take them as they come, not allow them to build up.  As printer William A. Ward said, 'Man, like a bridge was designed to carry the load for a moment, not the combined weight of a year all at once.'" (Maxwell, John. Sometimes you Win-Sometimes you Learn. P. 11)

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