I’d visited with her over lunch. We shared grand ideas about speaking, writing, and heart’s desires. This amazing woman of God encouraged me. Hopefully, I gave some in return. As our visit came to an end, she took my hands in hers and looked deep into my eyes.
“Rest, Sister. Do you hear me? Rest. I know you’re a perfectionist, but rest.”
Her words, lulled my heart, giving me permission to stop pushing—stop striving.
She was not just telling me to sleep or power-nap rather, she bestowed a precious reminder: God will take care of the details and He will win the battle.
The word spoken soft, from deep within, as if God himself was speaking right through her. Be still child. Allow yourself the space to move, think, work, breathe. I’ve got this.
As if making a wedding vow to her, I responded, “I will.”
We hugged in the parking lot and parted ways. I glanced back at her to make sure our visit wasn’t a dream. She waived one last goodbye.
This morning as I mull over her words, I plan my day and plot my steps. Allowing margins in my schedule—time to rest and pray in-between appointments. Moments to be still in a fast paced world, proclaiming the power and security of God.
But more than a command to be present or quiet, I drop my weapons…let down…cease….
Perhaps I can take note of how my little Siberian Husky, Mya does it. She seems to know the way to truly resting in God.
“Be still, and know that I am God…” Psalm 46:10