We’ve all felt it, that heart quickening, stomach plummeting feeling when we realize that life as we know it is about to come to an end. As fast as glass shatters our lives change in an instant.
Our gut reaction is to respond in some way.
Be it fight or flight, action is the instinct.
And in our self preservation, we still find ourselves broken, shattered. . . not whole.
Our Lord would have it another way:
For the Lord, the Holy One of Israel, said, In quiet and rest is your salvation: peace and hope are your strength: but you would not have it so. Isaiah 30:15
Oh, but we we not have it so.
Coming to this place of quiet and rest, receiving this peace and hope that will be strength to carry us through – it sounds so wonderful…but,
we would not have it so.
We fight – to keep hold of what is ours. We fight to hold our lives intact. We occupy ourselves in the busyness of pushing hard for our cause, our rights OUR WAY.
And our Father calls softly…
"Come to me, all who are tired from carrying heavy loads, and I will give you rest”
Come to Me.
Maybe we don’t fight. Maybe that is not our way. No, we are flyers. We run and we run hard. We bury ourselves in other things, things of the Lord even. Ministry, television, children, jobs, houses, d i s t r a c t i o n s.
Even in our depression, the wallowing and burrowing the not resting in His peace.
Like Peter we need to cry out; "Lord, to whom would we go?
“You have the words that give eternal life.”
And still He waits. . .
Will you lay it down?
Will you trust?