Sometimes, you just have nothing left. Your body is tired. Your mind is exhausted from multiple tasking. Life is just, well, exhausting.
The beginning of my day I had a moment, well a few of them. A moment of this is Monday, and I am tired and exhausted. Crazy how little things become exaggerated when you tired. Emotions run high. And if you are like me, you just want to be alone.
But you can’t…
Around one o’clock today, things started to feel manageable. I prayed…the blessings in the challenges, remind me the blessings in the challenges, Lord.
I realized it was going to be a Diet Coke kind of day. I hate pop or soda as one coworker adamantly proclaimed it to be. I just needed some energy, though.
I pushed through…A busy afternoon at work. A victory on the soccer field. Dinner served and cleaned up. Every day stuff.
Then a wonderful thing happened. The house became quiet, very still. I realized I needed quiet rest. I realized the “to do” list could wait until tomorrow. I realized it is okay. It is okay to rest.
A warm blanket. Fuzzy socks. A cup of tea. Nothing pressing to be done but rest.
Giving myself permission to rest is the hardest thing for me to do. There is always something that needs done. Dreams and goals to work towards. A house to tidy. Something… always, something.
But without rest, I realize I am drained, depleted, defeated, vulnerable.
Rest. Quiet rest. My soul yearns for it.
Jesus invites us…come to me, all who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Matthew 11:28 NIV
If He is inviting, then we should pause to accept His invitation and the gift of rest.