"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened and I will give you rest."
Have you ever received an invitation more appealing than that?
Can you imagine God's arms stretched wide open, ready to pull you into Himself and let rest your head on His chest.
For as long as you want.
For me, right now, today, I can think of nothing better.
Imagine fear and doubt and pain melting away.
Today God is inviting us into His rest.
"Take my yoke upon you and learn from me; From I am gentle and humble of heart, and you will find rest for your souls."
When I pray, I talk too much. Too often there's the endless list of God bless... and God help.... and it would sure be nice if You'd.... and though God heard my wants, I didn't share me heart. You know, that one He gave me.
Too often I sound like I'm at a drive-thru window so I can hurry on my way.
He wants us to be still, to rest, to listen.
We don't even have to know what to pray.
But if we hope for what we do not yet have, we wait for it patiently.
In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express. Romans 8:25-26
Sometimes my prayers feel like inaudible groans. That's okay too. I can rest in knowing that Jesus Christ, the great High Priest, can interpret every groan and know just what I need.
To rest. To be still and know that He is God.
In Christ Alone"
Words and Music by Keith Getty & Stuart Townend
In Christ alone my hope is found;
He is my light, my strength, my song;
This cornerstone, this solid ground,
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm.
What heights of love, what depths of peace,
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease!
My comforter, my all in all—
Here in the love of Christ I stand.
In Christ alone, Who took on flesh,
Fullness of God in helpless babe!
This gift of love and righteousness,
Scorned by the ones He came to save.
Till on that cross as Jesus died,
The wrath of God was satisfied;
For ev'ry sin on Him was laid—
Here in the death of Christ I live.
There in the ground His body lay,
Light of the world by darkness slain;
Then bursting forth in glorious day,
Up from the grave He rose again!
And as He stands in victory,
Sin's curse has lost its grip on me;
For I am His and He is mine—
Bought with the precious blood of Christ.
No guilt in life, no fear in death—
This is the pow'r of Christ in me;
From life's first cry to final breath,
Jesus commands my destiny.
No pow'r of hell, no scheme of man,
Can ever pluck me from His hand;
Till He returns or calls me home—
Here in the pow'r of Christ I'll stand.