In returning and in rest shall be your strength.
I sit beside still waters and He restores my soul.
There is much to be done, but even so, I am invited to rest.
I am not the glue that holds the world together. I can step off the treadmill, away from the endless lists. The schedules, meals, details are set aside, and my mind finds space for looking at the bigger picture.
I get weary being the mastermind of the house all the time. I plan the meals, activities, chores.I enforce the bedtime and oversee the clean up. When I am away from this, I eat less, I hurry less, and I don't want to make decisions.
"We can eat whenever you want to eat, hon."
"I don't care what we do, what do you feel like?"
What do I feel like? I feel like being led.
I feel like floating along while someone else takes charge.
I feel the weight of the running and the planning lifted off of me and I breathe deeply.
Yet there are weights that cannot be shaken off, and I don't even try. Those things I run from or ignore in the busy-ness bubble up to the surface and demand attention, even here beside the pool: my fears and worries and hurts and needs,
they come pouring out even as I rest,
but even this is rest,
because they pour out with him, and on to Him.