Entering God's Rest
Jesus and I talked about His Rest today
While we were having lunch on the log He grew and had fall for us,
Right there over the brook, under the branches.
I grasped for the comprehension.
I had been there...
It was familiar but a bit like capturing the thread of a dream.
He showed me His rest pictures:
Lying down in green pastures.
Walking beside still waters.
Deep within it stirred...settled.
"Enter," He beckoned.
I pause to leave some items outside: uneasiness, agitation, anxiety.
Then, looking like a schoolboy shedding his book bag on the way to the frig, I strain forward, eager, anticipating.
He is there to usher me into a place
of Fridays after work,
of the second day of a vacation,
of the occupation of a small child playing;
of no agendas,
of no responsibilities,
of no distractions,
of lightness, of freedom, of centeredness, of joy, of peace,
The place of knowing Someone greater is in charge.
The place called God's Rest.
"Enter," He whispers.
The hush of dawn.
The sigh of dusk.
Adrift on a tranquil lake on a peaceful day.
What is it we say?
"Not a care in the world."
Breathe deeply for God is here.
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