A new day has dawned, or in my town it has clouded for no sun can be seen amongst the clouds of imminent rain. And in the rare quiet moments when all of my kids are actually still sleeping, which really does not happen often – ever – there is the realization that tiredness has settled deep within.
An almost dogged resignation to the weariness of the bones that comes from not only working hard physically day upon day, but the fog and clouds of the mind that envelops everything and overpowers the aches elsewhere.
The season of aches and pains and cries out in what feels like a wilderness has been long, really, really long. A season that has surpassed many wintery snows and many summery storms, with maybe a tiny break in the clouds to be reminded that there is still sun and Son shining somewhere nearby but still so out of reach.
I know I’m not alone in this. Maybe you’re in the same season, or perhaps you’ve been here before…
This struggle to find the energy to keep going, to get up each day and dig so very deep within to unearth the drive to push on, even when you really just don’t think you can.
This tiny inner voice that says that there is something good ahead, that the patience, which has beyond expired and desperately needs to return in such a season of interminable waiting for the good, is founded on the timing of Everlasting Mercy.
That hope cannot be relinquished into the hands of exhaustion and frustration and depression, but in the arms of the Creator of Heaven and Earth and everything in between.
That joy must not be placed in the embrace of the day and its battles, but in the glory of Forgiving Grace that has never abandoned, even when it has seemed out of reach or forgotten.
That although peace lurks impossibly beneath the burdens of this season, it was laid in your innermost soul, buried deep within you by the Prince of Peace himself.
That love that ebbs and flows in the waves of human imperfections, in crashing weaknesses and cresting strengths, is not the same as the Eternal Love that never left, always understood, and held you evermore in tender unflinchingness, even when your love failed or broke or drifted away.
That rest of weary bones and exhausted hearts, forced unwillingly to work anew with semi-revived vigor, if not with rejuvenated soul, is not the true rest of laying down at the feet of He who can bear the weight of the world and the sins of humanity, of unburdening at the throne of the Maker who carefully crafted you before time began and who knows exactly how you most need Him if only you’ll let Him.
So today on a day where Patience and Hope and Joy and Peace and Love may come harder than it did yesterday, find Rest. Maybe not physical rest, but find Rest for your soul which may allow the weights to lift, the burdens to be shared, the hardships to lessen… and may untether Patience and Hope, Peace and Joy, and most importantly Love to be given freely and with a willing heart.
For Jesus himself says, “’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. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.’” (Matthew 11:28-30).
Find rest today in the arms of the One who wants to take your burdens, in the strength of the Rock on which you can stand, in the love of God, our refuge and salvation.