To say the least, this year has been A LOT.
I lay in bed the last night of the work semester. My feet are aching. I’m tired, yet grateful. I’m quieted by what life has sent my way. From postpartum to a pandemic- pressures, noise, exhaustion... Yet I’m grateful for being kept... for being used to bless...for being blessed. Insecurities have flared up at times. Waves of anxiety have washed over me. Depression, fear, and apathy have tried to emerge. But joy. But love. But laughter. But dance. But meaningful work to put my hands to. But community…even virtually. But GOD has lifted me. Has kept me. Has rescued me from the undercurrent.
God has been good to me. If I’ve come to know anything this year, I’ve come to know what it means to be “kept.”
And now I’m asking Him to show me what it means to be refreshed.
As I lay down tonight and enter into this holiday season. I quiet my mind. I quiet my soul- from accusations, from to do lists, from the noise... I quiet myself and lay. I quiet myself to rest…IN LOVE. IN ENOUGH. IN FAITH. IN TRUST. IN HIS PRESENCE…and I let HIM restore my soul that I may be ready and energized to live out my purpose in this next season of life.
I enter into HIS rest.