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Five Minute Friday (having trouble posting so it's on a Wednesday). Where we write for 5 minutes with a prompt for the pure joy of it. Come on over and join the fun.


Five Minute Friday

Rest...

A funny subject to come up because rest seems so elusive lately. Maybe it's not just lately. The weight and the burden and the pace in which I (we?) keep is so exhausting. Sleep has always been something I need to work at. It's been that way since I was a kid. Now it's just a given, I function on little rest a lot of the time.

My mind never quiets. My ideas and concerns and plans have such a difficult time keeping their voices down. the nights are long but sleep is not. And getting out of bed seems near impossible when I think about all that lies ahead. Night-shift doesn't help (in fact it should take much of the blame). But before night-shift it was babies and before babies it was newly-wed worries and before that I was a teen who couldn't escape her thoughts.

It seems to just be me.

The difference these days is I'm remembering where my Rest truly comes from.

28 “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. 29 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.30 For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”

He is my rest. He will take my burden. He walks me through all those ideas, concerns and plans. He slowly shows me His plans and they are always so much better than what I was tossing and turning over, trying to work out all on my own. The difference is I have found rest for my soul. The burden is light. I have my rest. I learn from Him.

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