I'm sorry I missed last's week's Five Minute Friday, so I'm sneaking it in right now before my husband whisks me away to Paris for a weekend with no children.
Five minutes of unedited, from the heart writing, courtesy of Gypsy Mama.
How appropriate that today's topic is rest.
Last night, when the cumulation of a week's worth of To-Do's that keep growing, school routines still chaotic, a girl who suddenly never wants to leave my side, and a messy problem that is going to take weeks or months to sort out all because of the language barrier from this country where I call home, I was told by A Voice to
Breathe. Find your breath. Rest.
Now, this morning, all the week's worth of junk is still here.
But The Voice remains. I am here to offer you rest, He Says.
Rest for my soul. I try to turn off all of the swirly, chaotic things in my head, making me crazy because I just don't know where to begin.
Jesus says He provides rest for the weary, but sometimes I reject that offer.
And so he sends in my husband to say, Are you ready to go? Right now, in this moment of not being able to handle a single bit more of neediness, organizing, letter writing, blog writing, cleaning, cooking, etc etc. I am forced to stop, because we are leaving for the weekend.
Sometimes I [have to be forced to rest.]
Random thoughts for a random day. Suffice it to say that today's topic was not a coincidence, and I am glad to find some rest this weekend.
Go check out Gypsy Mama for many other thoughts on rest, probably much more coherent than mine. Find rest, this day, my friends.