I am overwhelmed lately, and I’m discovering I don’t give myself permission to rest. To rest in the arms of the tender loving care of my Maker. To rest in His plans for my life. To roll all burdens – physical, emotional, spiritual – at the feet of my Savior.
In March I had a bad flare-up of sarcoidosis, and ever since then I’m having a tough time getting on top of infections. Right now I’m battling another one. I’m getting stronger again each day and am so grateful every day hasn’t been like Sunday when nausea settled in and I felt like I was being smothered by a heavy blanket. I lay in bed, and I cried out to God…
“God, please, I can’t take this anymore. Just let me go to You.”
And He whispered, “Did you not ask to be molded more into My image?”
“But why this way, Lord? Can’t You just teach me without this chronic illness?”
And He whispered, “You don’t need to understand. You just need to hold My hand. I am with you.”
That tender whisper of love saying “Believe you are loved, cherished, and valuable. Believe you are worth My tender loving care. Believe I will tenderly uphold you through every trouble, pain, and confusion in life.”
When sickness overwhelms me, I need rest.
When emotions of “never enough” attack me, I need rest.
When distrust consumes me, I need rest.
And He whispers, “Just rest, My precious child. Allow yourself to trust Me and relax in My protecting arms. Burrow yourself against My strong shoulder. Listen to the steady beat of My faithful love for you. I care so deeply about you. I will never leave you or forsake you. There will be troubles, yes, but I will carry you through them.”