Rest.

I just spent an hour resting in His presence.

I'm tired and worn out. I woke up, kept going back to sleep.

I got uphalf an our after my alarm was planned for. It wasn't quite 7 hours of sleep.

lights on, door opened. I laid back down prostrate on my bed and just started praying.

I prayed for my day. I prayed for Carly in Haiti. I prayed for the band. I prayed for whatever came up.

I felt like a refrigerator. Always trying to make things colder and colder.

Like a perfectionist trying to make things better.

Never can stop, just always trying to make it more like we want.

Always striving, but never cold enough, good enough.

But I'm out. Exhausted.

I fell facedown.

Gave in. I quit trying.

My list of important things get's pushed back.

Quiet time. Shower. Work on website. Edit Pictures. Talk to people. Go paint. Write paper. . .

All fell to the ground, as I fell on my face and just rested in his presence.

Let it all go, and found his strength at rest.

His strength is not just for moving, but also for resting.

Don't forget that the God of the Universe, who has been around long before you,

doesn't need you to get what He wants done.

Leave a refrigerator alone for the day, come back. The food is still cold.

It's the power in the fridge that keeps it cold, not it's concentrated focused effort in it.

Sometimes surrendering your plans for the day means going back to bed and resting in His strength.

His strength. His Timing. His Control. His sovereignty.

I forget that God cares more about me than he does my ministry.

He cares more about me than he does what I can do for him.

"For anyone who enters God's rest also rests from his own work, just as God did from his." - Hebrews 4:10

We should rest like Isaiah stated: (40:31)

"but those who hope in the LORD
will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint.

I've heard it so many times. But I saw it visually today and what sticks out to me is that we will "soar on wings like eagles" I thought, "Oh, yeah. Eagles are this giant majestic bird, looks good. Strong powerful. I see." But when I saw it I realized that when an eagle soars, he's not flapping his wings frantically to stay a flight. He pumps them a few times, then soars. Soar. They gliding. So much power and muscle under control, designed aerodynamically to powerhouse through the air with grace and simplicity. To rest in his presence grew a new meaning this morning.

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