Going through the motions. Checking off my lists one by one. Go here. Do this. Don't forget about this.
Sign here. Write this check. Fill out this form. Pack this. Wash that.
Weary. My eyelids are heavy. I want to stop. I want to find rest. It's cry or sleep.
Three times within the week that I have felt this way a verse is spoken. "Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. 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." Matthew 11:28-29
Once in a book. Once in this blog by Duane Scott. Once at my uncle's funeral.
All made me stop and weep. The last one just made me stop. Will I wait until a church is full of people remembering my life before I'm able to rest? Or will I find Him now. Come before Him now. It sounds to good to be true, that we can rest in Him. But we can. And I will.