Then Jesus said, “Come to me, all you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest.” Matthew 11:28 NLT
The morning sky is gray. Now and then a smattering of drizzle reaches parched ground. I’m one of those persnickety folk who likes their rain at night, my margin of comfort level with the weather, narrow.
Summer days have been relentless this year, sapping me of energy, adding to my already heaping dose of fatigue. Trapped inside by sweltering heat, drought curling leaves on the dogwood trees. Pots of geraniums resembling Ezekiel’s field of dry bones. Skeletons, lacking vibrancy, rattling in the wind.
I am weary. Weary of closed windows, darkened rooms, canned air blowing from vents. Weary of near fainting when I dare to step outside. Swallowing sodium pills, and extra Gatorade.
I have done the thing, I promised myself I would never do. Turned down the covers, taking naps.
Four years, I have resisted this one thing, fearful of the day I wouldn’t be able to get up. Taking rest curled up in my favorite chair.
I shoved away the fear, climbed between layers of down, whispered words to God. Listened to the words He whispered back.
“come to me and I will give you rest.”
Weary melted in the decadence of stolen time. Pain became a distant haze.
It was a gift, a gift to myself, my weary body. It might have been the best medicine I have given myself. Grace to take a time out. Push the noise of life outside the door. Leave the phone in another room. Breathing in lavender and sheets that smell of fresh air.
Breathing in grace and comfort from an ever present Helper.
Gifts of Grace
For the spirit of God has made me, and breath of the Almighty gives me life.
Job 33:4 NLT