Rest.

When I feel overwhelmed by life, when my heart just won’t stop hurting, when I only ever see my failings, when I want to do something to fix what’s broken…and I seek the Lord for help, this is the answer I keep getting.

Rest.

It confounds me, honestly.  My guess is it has nothing to do with physical rest…at least, not most of the time…but I have no idea how to rest my soul.  I have no idea how to not feel responsible for finding a solution to every problem in life.  I have no idea how to trust God to handle those things I don’t understand.  I have no idea how to let go of my deepest longings, my most tightly held hopes, and believe that He truly has tomorrow in His hands.

Still, this one word that He’s been speaking to my heart over and over again brings a comfort I’m not sure any other answer could.  It’s my loving Father, seeing my weakness, recognizing my weariness, and speaking to what is likely my greatest need in these days – reminding me that I don’t have to carry this load, that His strength is made perfect in my weakness, that He knows me and He loves me.

Sometimes I forget that I am His.  I’m thankful that He is faithful to remind me that I don’t have to – in fact, I can’t – do any of this on my own.