I had to laugh.
I’m glad He knows there are times I need to see it written – literally - on the wall.
He’s been telling me for a while now. “This work I’m doing in you – it’s my work. Not yours. Not the work of those who walk with you. Mine.”
“. . . I will make rivers flow on barren heights, and springs within the valleys. I will turn the desert into pools of water, and the parched ground into springs. . . so that people may see and know, may consider and understand, that the hand of the LORD has done this, that the Holy One of Israel has created it." (Is 41:17-20)
“I am the LORD; that is my name! I will not give my glory to another. . . .” (Isaiah 42:8)
Yesterday was exciting. Full of gifts and insights and growth. Today I’m exhausted. Today I need a break from questions and answers and thinking. I was telling that to Jesus. Recognizing the longing of L.L. Barkat as my own, “Can I just-BE a little I am, in the heart of the Great I AM? I would like to simply rest there. I would.”
And as I walked home with my arms full of on-sale Kleenex and toothpaste and canned fruit, I was asking Jesus, "Is it okay? Can I just curl up and rest in Your arms today and not think about life and the world and what’s going on in and around me?"
And then I saw it. The writing on the wall. Right above the folding chair inviting rest.
I think He's smiling with me. This is His work. His arms are safe. We're welcomed to rest.
“Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you. Let me teach you, because I am humble and gentle at heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy to bear, and the burden I give you is light.” (Matthew 11:28-30 New Living Translation)