If I’m being honest, I have a hard time resting. Resting in the Lord, resting my body, resting my mind, resting in my life…my natural inclination is not resting. I am a business owner, a goat farmer, a wife, a friend, and, most consumingly, a mom of 4 kids. Currently, their ages are 5, 5, 5, and 3. We adopted the oldest 3 from foster care 4 years ago, and none of my kids are biologically related to each other. We are constantly talking about “first moms” and “first dads,” and then the baby of the family, who is biologically mine, has made up a “purple and brown” family, because she is confused why she doesn’t have another family out there like everyone else. I am running around putting out LITERAL FIRES – grass fire and barn fire – both set by my boys a few months ago. Between kids’ activities and just the chaos of having young kids, who has time to rest? By the time I put them in bed at night, I finally have alone time with my husband, Clay, so we can catch up on the day and connect.
When I picture me resting my body, I picture me crawling into my nicely made bed, tucking myself up under a big down comforter, surrounded by pillows, completely supported and comfortable. But what does it look like for me to rest in the Lord? I get the exact same mental picture, except I am crawling into my Father’s lap, exhausted from trying to carry more than I should have, weeping from the load of mommy-hood that has me worn down; my sweet Father, reaching down to help me into His lap, as He holds me and rubs my back.
“For I know the plans I have for you,” says the Lord. “They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope. In those days when you pray, I will listen. If you look for me wholeheartedly, you will find me.” Jeremiah 29:11-12
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