Rest My Dear Blog

The choice to rest in God, Who He is, and what He’s at work doing–didn’t happen the way some of my friends and family may have thought recently. They may think this choosing happened after a large pot of boiled potato water poured backwards upon my stomach while en route to the sink for straining over Memorial Day weekend. It makes sense, being that I’ve been laid up for a week and a half now with a severe second degree burn covering a little less than half of my stomach. Boy is it ugly and painful! But, no, my decision to rest, really begin resting in Who God is and what He’s doing–was chosen long before that.

When the words ran out, the prayers became repetitive, and I was left to throw up my hands and accept things beyond my control–that’s when God told me to rest in Him. Rest…it looks different than brokenness or surrender. I’ve journeyed through those places too. Rest feels different. I am left feeling assured–probably more assured than ever that God is working in situations beyond my control. There are simply no more words left to speak, so I now rest.

In this place, I’m learning frustration has never made a difference–so it’s easier now than ever to lay frustration down too. As a mom, it seems there’s no limit to daily frustrations and the necessity of the spoken word. It is obvious however now, that there will come a time when even those moments will fade and I will need to choose rest yet again.

I’ve seen God work more in our home lately and have felt more grateful for the little moments God has worked that I may have missed otherwise. I’ve accepted the reality that I’m not responsible for anyone’s happiness, I’m not responsible for anyone’s bent towards destructive behavior, I’m not responsible for anyone’s past mistakes, or the generational patterns that they appear to welcome. No one remains responsible for my own either but me alone–and so I rest. I now rest in God for the loving answers, revelations, His timing, and the work that may take a lifetime to remedy.

Thank you God for permission to let go and rest. It’s just what I needed at just the right time.

How about you? Is it time for you to rest my dear…?

“Find rest, O my soul, in God alone; my hope comes from him. He alone is my rock and my salvation; he is my fortress, I will not be shaken. My salvation and my honor depend on God; he is my mighty rock, my refuge. Trust in him at all times, O people; pour out your hearts to him, for God is our refuge.” Psalm 62:5-8