Five Minute Friday
In that wonderful day when the lord gives his people rest from sorrow and fear, from slavery and chains…
Isaiah 14:3 NLT
Between desperate prayers and text updates I scrolled the Twitter feed searching out today’s Five Minute Friday prompt from Kate Motaung.
This word. This week. This day. Rest has not been anywhere near my grasp. I am overwhelmed, weary to the bone. Fatigue running heavy through my veins. Raw and edgy. Unsettled.
When my body is seemingly at rest, my mind chases thoughts of fear, the what if’s, the what else, and where in this unholy world will we be taken next.
I opened the Bible app and typed in rest. Scripture after scripture scrolled up the page. I wrap my mind around all that life has heaped on us these past days, stepping into the early morning dawn. The air heavy with humidity and heat.
Beneath my feet lies the promise of my favorite yellow blooms. I haven’t tended them, or watered them. Others have stepped up to nurture in my place. I whisper “Lord you are good and you are here in this place.” The promise of beauty beneath my feet, night peels back revealing morning light. I lean into these promises, tucking them away in my heart.
Coming back in I pull out the words that speak personal to me.
In that wonderful day when the lord gives his people rest from sorrow and fear, from slavery and chains…Isaiah 14:3 NLT
I pray the words, “Lord give me rest from sorrow and fear, from slavery and chains. You are good. You are here. I am yours.”
Rest comes through quiet whispers of love.
Gifts of Grace