If I could pick a word to capture my last month, it’d be weary.
Now, mind you, I was the girl who was born 3 weeks late but always cheerful. I don’t like grey skies or party poopers.
So when this weariness came to settle in like unwanted chill sets into the bones, I…well, I didn’t know what to do. (Because that’s what type As like me like to do–fix it, work it, tug at it, make it go away.)
But it didn’t go away.
What brought it? A bit of everything. Mostly, it came from a heart that missed its amigas back in Orlando–women who know me and love me, laugh with me and challenge me. Also at fault is the fact that my feeler is stuck on overdrive these days. A third is wondering if I knew the duration of time I was in for when Scott and I said, we’ll trust You, God, and trekked to frozen tundra (or at least frozen canal I stare at outside my window) in Omaha.
So came the weariness to the heart of a woman who feels like pioneer 13 out of 24 hours a day. (There, see? Feelerometer’s a bit off regarding reality.)
But God wasn’t taken back. In fact, He was right on time when He showed me these nuggets in Scripture just now.
“He gives strength to the weary,
and increases the power of the weak.
Even youths grow tired and weary,
and young men stumble and fall;
but those who hope in the Lord
will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eages,
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint.” –Isaiah 40:29-31
A-ha! How had I forgotten that the antidote for weariness is hope! Hope in the Lord. Oh, Angie heart! Put my hope in the Lord. It’s the only thing I see here that I am to do.
“The Soverign Lord has given me [Isaiah] an instructed tongue,
to know the word that sustains the weary.” –Isaiah 50:4
“Sustains the weary”–now, that’s what I’m looking for. That word. A word from the Lord.
“I will refresh the weary and satisfy the faint.” –God speaking in Jeremiah 31:25.
What a promise. God offers that He’ll refresh the weary.
“Come to Me, all you who are weary and burdened,
and I will give you rest.
Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me,
for I am gentle and humble in heart,
and you will find rest for your souls.
For My yoke is easy and my burden is light.”
There’s a choice.
- Will I go to Him with my weariness or somewhere–or someone–else?
- When my strength runs out, where will I go to try to get it renewed? Him or somewhere else?
- Will I take His yoke or trudge on, on my own?
- Will I learn from Him or be prideful and stubborn, thinking I know best?
- Where do I go to try to get rest for my soul?
Today I picture Jesus speaking to me, calling me what Gram does as He says, “Sweet Angie girl, come to Me. Take My yoke. Learn from Me. In Me will you find rest for your soul.”