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Six o’clock comes abruptly as he slams the alarm button, stretching on a yawn. He runs his fingers through his hair and heads for the shower, powering the coffee pot on his way to the bathroom. It’s just another day. He expects deadlines and smiles, grumpy people and those scurrying, about like him, just trying to get it all done.
She gets up early, entirely too early considering what time she went to bed last night. The book was so good though, and then she had to write down the little nagging ideas in the back of her mind. She shrugs out of bed, shaggy hair and all, and heads for the bathroom. It’s another day in the life, pushing paper and pushing buttons, hoping you don’t push the wrong ones.
The single father. The single mother. The perfectly intact family and the one just about to unravel. They all scurry around, making time for making time and hoping tomorrow is just a little bit slower. We all wrestle our attitudes and uncertainty about the future, struggle with what we have been programmed to do; hurry.
No matter out background, race or creed, we can all fall subject to the all consuming need to go faster, to do more, and to save time so we can spend it on saving more time! And all the while, in the back of heads and hearts, Jesus is whispering, “Come to me.”
Isn’t it funny that the Lord and Master of out lives says His yoke is easy and His burden is light? That has lead me to my conclusion that if things feel a little heavier than they ought, maybe I’m carrying something that doesn’t belong to me.
And for so long I was.
Now I am at a threshold of rest. I rest in Christ. Not because I am so super-spiritual, but because I am so weak. There is, however, strength in claiming that weakness, and leaning on my Father. I spent most of my life hurrying for fulfillment, hurrying toward relationships and rushing to fill in everyone else’s slots on what I should be doing. We are not slaves to man, but we have become slaves to ourselves. And Christ came so we wouldn’t have to be slaves at all!
So rest in Christ. Easier said than done? Than why not say it only to Christ and have Him do it through you? Christ doesn’t send us burdens to weigh us down, but to lift us up to Him, so He can guide and so we are free to help with the burdens of others. He loves you so much, longing to fill in the time you can’t seem to find, waiting to embrace your pain and sorrow. So will you give it a rest? Will you give it to Him? It’s His anyway, let Him carry it for a while.
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