Rest...

REST…

When did this word become so wrong?

Wasn’t it part of our grand design…

It is and will never stop being core to who we are as a species…

But… Now. It’s become a symbol of inadequacy.

My entire life, I found my worth in my performance.

In my work.

What I could do.

So… Now, having been forced into a state of rest.

My heart wonders… Why it feels so out of sync.

It is simply returning to a state it finds unfamiliar.

And as I return, I find a promised land of joy and peace…

Yet. The wall of inadequacy, worry, and anxiety stands before me.

And here, I stand.

Having conquered wars and lands and continents through the strength of my Savior…

I stand before a dark, unassuming barrier. And it doesn’t require me to fight.

It requires but one thing. Rest...

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