Sitting at a beat up wooden picnic table filled with fallen, crisp leaves and carvings of initials filled with love. Sweat trickling down my lower back as the summer sun gives off its scorching light before the autumn air takes over…
On top of a hill in Indiana looking down at thousands of unique trees handpicked and placed by God in an unending forest…
The taste of freshly ground coffee in my mouth, the chime of the bell above the front door swinging back and forth… inviting customers in and out of the brightly lit coffee shop…..
The sound of the quiet wind forcing the trees into each other, the sight of freshly fallen leaves, the hint of a new season rising and an old one falling.
Here is where my soul finds rest.
Rest from the demand to be something other than myself.
Rest from the busyness of a college campus… The constant screeching of buses, unending research paper deadlines, and exam preparation e-mails.
Rest from the constant chatter about upcoming parties that are happening over the long weekend… even when we all know they end up the same each time.
Rest from the lies that are fed into my mind daily about how I am not good enough, not capable of living the joy-filled life my Jesus has called me to. Lies that fill my heart with rotten dirt, leaving no room for the growth of fruit. Lies that continually grip my mind even though they know they have no hold on who I am… where I have been, or where I am going.
Being one month into my junior year of college, I have realized that the world I live in doesn’t provide rest. This world asks for more and more and more. Constantly taking, never giving anything back in return. Unendingly running my heart and soul dry. Dry to my bones.
But when will it be too much? When will I decide that maybe today is all my heart can handle? That I cannot do this life alone, putting every aspect and pressure on myself?
The only thing that can possibly comfort my mind and calm my spirit when life becomes too much:
Sometimes I find rest by running until my lungs cannot handle any more of the shortness of breath or aching leg muscles. Sometimes I find rest in a hot yoga studio filled with scents of lavender and sweaty mats. Sometimes I find rest in talking to my mom on the phone, venting and spilling out the insides of my heart.
But here is where I find true, complete, full rest: In the presence of the Lord. Captivated by his beautiful creations made specifically for me, for you, for our enjoyment, pleasure and awestruck love for our Creator.
If you are feeling overwhelmed, uncared for, or alone. Please know that that is a big fat LIE.
For once… forget about the due dates, the demands, and the darkness this world is overflowing with.
And start putting your hope in the One who gave you life.
If you rest in anything at all today…
Rest in this truth:
“The Lord is gracious and righteous. Our God is full of compassion. The Lord protects the simple-hearted. When I was brought low, he saved me.
Return to your rest, my soul. For the Lord has been good to you.
For you, Lord, have delivered me from death, my eyes from tears, my feet from stumbling. That I may walk before the Lord in the land of the living.”
Truth: our God saves, redeems, protects, and loves. All He wants from us is to call on His name.