Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Hacking cough, mack truck slammed up against my head, loopy thinking, hours of sleeping--sick.
Hidden away in my room, pajamas and covers, sleep and t.v., sleep and t.v., and all I can think is what am I missing? What should I be doing? Life passing by, nothing happening, sleep and t.v., sleep ad t.v.
Her words last week echo in my mind, "Sand between your toes." Truth offered in the space. The heart space I ignore, the heart space I dread. She is speaking of Jesus' invitation to me to slow down and come away with Him. Offering life words of hope and peace, that I am not alone in the desert heritage where Christ asks his Beloved to pull away with Him.
And a week later, I am sick. Sickness reveals, I still think it's up to me, making it all happen. My impatience stealing, sucking the life. Yet the hacking cough, the need for rest and comfort reveal a new way, a new nature being beckoned forth, the way of dependence.
Trusting, waiting, being, ALL IS WELL.
"Come to me all who are weary and heavy laden and I will give you rest."
Resting in His Being.
Resting in His Life.
Resting in His ways.
I slip on the covers, grab my Halls, and turn off the computer.
Time to rest.