It’s time for me to rest.
I’m not so good at this.
I have been focused and battling and standing for God’s promises over my life for so long that resting is foreign. Resting brings quiet. Resting brings stillness. Resting brings guilt.
Ohhhh….there it is. I said it.
Resting brings guilt.
I’m a mom. I don’t rest. Even if my physical body is still, my mind is always, thinking, planning, organizing, solving, preparing, praying, pleading, talking, fixing.
Resting means none of this.
However…..Resting does not mean giving up.
For years, I have been living in constant anticipation in my head – and not necessarily the good kind. I’ve either been waiting for God to break in, in an extremely dramatic way, or waiting for the shoe to drop. One could say that both of those things have happened. But those events did not occur within the box I had placed them in. God has definitely broken in….and He surely broke in because the shoe I feared the most, dropped.
So resting means letting go of the warrior in me for a season and letting God deal with it. I don’t know how to do this. He had asked me to be still for a very long time, but in that season, He was talking about my mouth, my words, my actions, my thoughts. My mandate was still to pray and fast and intercede for my family….and I could do that. That was something. It was action. It was movement. But…
Resting means I stop focusing on the promise and focus on the One who promised…
Resting means I stop holding on to the ideas of how this all is supposed to “end”…
Resting means I choose to stop waiting to be chosen…
Resting means I love…
Resting is choosing to just hang out with God and not ask for a thing…
So now what do I do when God tells me to “Let it all go and let Me handle it from here?”
I choose Him over my will.
I let him shift me.
I don’t give up.
I just let go.
I choose the yes.
And I rest.