When Resting is Work
I don't know about you, but if I had to have a theme word for how I've been feeling lately, it would be "worn." These past few months, it seems as if everything and then some has been thrown onto my plate. Last night, when it was 7:00 pm and I couldn't keep my eyes open, I started to realize that my body is slowly but surely shutting down on me. Why is this? I can't help but think of Jesus' words in Matthew 11:28 where He says, "Come to me, all you who are weary and heavy burdened, and I will give you rest." That sounds like such an amazing promise! Just come to Jesus and I'll get the rest I need??? But here's the thing. Now this is going to sound awful, so try to withhold your judgement faces, though they are well-deserved. Even coming to Jesus sounds like work. Dragging my tired body to the foot of the cross feels so far away. I mean, I can BARELY force myself out of bed in the morning and make it to the coffee pot. Not to mention, ...