Have you ever noticed that it is only when you are fighting sickness, or an injury, that you think of health, and long for it?
Or when you’ve seen only gray skies for a week straight and would give anything to see the sun peek from behind the clouds?
That is me and rest right now. A restful spirit is really the farthest thing from what I am at this moment, and yet I keep coming back to the topic—reading about it, writing about it, meditating on it—as if by focusing on it I could begin to experience real rest throughout my being. I want a taste of rest, dear God.
I’ve placed a Bible verse above my desk—printed on a beach background paper—that seems to speak to me in a new way each day.
Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you’ll recover your life. I’ll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won’t lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with me and you’ll learn to live freely and lightly.
(Matthew 11:28-30, The Message)
Today, for the first time, I see God’s invitation to me to walk with him, to watch how he does it. I’m going away to the high desert of Northern Arizona today—to spend a weekend being intentional about rest, peace, and communion with family. It’s just a little A-frame cabin, off the grid, on a dirt road, with no neighbors in sight. Human neighbors, that is. (I’ve written about this mystical place on my old blog here.)
I have a little hunch that God’s spirit is going to show up there. That I’ll get the chance to walk with him on the sparse hills of majestic sunsets…that I’ll get the chance to watch how he does rest—with his little boy Soren playing in the dirt, with his dainty birds singing in the trees, perhaps even with my spirit as I stop. And take it all in.
What speaks to you from the verses up above?