Alone with God, Rest, Uncategorized

Rest: When Did it Become a Four Letter Word?

This post is part of the  “Finding Spiritual Whitespace Blog Tour” which I am a part of, along with a group of soulful, journeying kindreds. To learn more and join us, CLICK HERE!  

28 Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.

Matthew 11:28 NKJV

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Are you kidding?  Who Me?

One daily battling Fibromyalgia.   Plagued with chronic fatigue and insomnia by a disease that steals rest.  (Who knew these would be peas in my pod?)  Body wracked with pain.  Mind on overload.

A student studying Christian Care and  Counseling through Oral Roberts University.

A writer slowly writing her first book.

A woman with a dream wondering how you go from disability to possibly working again, and your healing has not manifested yet.

A broken girl who is on the long road to soul healing from childhood sexual abuse that battles Dissociative Disorder and P.T.S.D.

And the mom of little girls home from school for the summer.

We are all here wrapped up in this woman who just longs to sit at Jesus’ feet to drink from the well of living water.

And guess what?  She is frozen there in her boat.  She can’t row no more.  All the world wants something from her, but she is running on empty.  They define her and others by what they do, and she just wants to be.

Just Give Me Jesus

Crying out wanting only Jesus.  And suddenly He softly whispers through the pages of a new book by my sister friend across the miles, Bonnie Gray.

[Tweet “In Finding Spiritual Whitespace, Bonnie Gray asks what we are trying to avoid by rowing so hard upstream. “]

So pondering her question I consider what is downstream.  What is waiting for me if I just let the boat drift and stop worrying so much about all the world.


Water Running Downstream
Water Running Downstream

That’s where Jesus is calling me to rest.  To drink in His presence.   To just be and not do.  To have my broken heart bound and the balm of Gilead applied to my wounds.

And this woman weary from rowing.  She wants to run.  Run toward a destination she has been avoiding.  She surrenders her doing so she can be alone with her maker,  redeemer, healer, and friend. Where heaven meets earth.

A Four Letter Word

That woman is me.  And I ask myself, “Why does that have to be so hard?  [Tweet “Since when did rest become a four letter word?””]

So the blog has slowed down for the summer.   The posts will trickle from a cup running over once a week.  Maybe I will share a word or two from my journey downstream.  While I take a deep drink from the well of rest.

And I wonder if you couldn’t use a wee bit of “Spiritual Whitespace” in your neck of the woods.

Beloved are you obeying the command to rest?  If not, then how about you put down the oars and float downstream to all that is waiting to refresh you.  Start here…

Bonnie Gray is the writer behind Faith who wrote a book about her inspiring, heart-breaking journey to find rest, which garnered Publisher’s Weekly starred review. I’m taking the journey to find rest through this guidebook and invite you to read it too.  You can get a copy HERE.

21 Days of Rest: Finding Spiritual Whitespace


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