a little too much
today was a little too much for me
a few falls too many
and one win too few
That's how it felt today. Too much, no wins. Plans changed, grumpy teething girly requires attention and holding, which means not everything gets done. I know I have a problem dealing with unmet expectations, but every time I thing I'm becoming more flexible, it is tested, and I end up breaking. I'm obviously not there yet.
a little too long
today was a little too long for me
but someone is calling
calling my name
Too long. In need of rest; the physical kind, or so I thought. As I sit here waiting for a the load of wash to finish, the husband in bed, and the little girl finally fast asleep; I discover maybe its not just physical rest I'm in need of.
calling
come, come and rest
all who are weary rest,
come, come and rest
all who are heavy rest,
rest
Its so much more than the bone-weariness of the day.
Today at work, we were talking about loss. And how it's not that one persons loss is harder, bigger, or more important than another. Loss is loss. Loss is hard. Loss is pain. Loss is grieved, no matter what kind of loss it is. There is no need to compare, no need to diminish. The truth is, loss is part of this life. Doesn't make it any easier.
The fact is
we were not made for this world of loss.
And most losses in my life, have served to either draw me to rest in God, or draw my heart towards longing for the place that I was created for.
To rest, sometimes feels so hard to do, but oh the sweet comfort, when I let it all go and truly rest.
sometimes i try
sometimes i try just a little to hard
fighting the currents and losing the fight
Ever feel like your fighting for something so hard and aren't getting anywhere? Sometimes, its more about when you give up the fight, and let God take you in that current to the place He wants you to be. Its scary, it goes against my controlling, stubborn, never-back-down nature. But again its about resting in the One who created me. And trust.
Such a big deal to me.
It's not so much that my story holds lots of instances of trust betrayed, however it's such a huge deal. Maybe it has more to do with pride than anything else. The whole "fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me" thing.
sometimes i feel
sometimes i feel like I'm swimming alone
but, someone is holding, holding me up
But that's not an issue when it comes to resting in God, so why do I still struggle? I know that He has my best in His heart, why is it so much to fully rest?
calling
calling me softly and sweetly
calling me like I'm a child
calling me tho I'm not worthy
calling me even now
He still pursues me, He still loves me. He patiently calls me, waiting for me to completely rest, completely let go and let Him handle it. To fully trust, To full rest.
come, come and rest
all who are weary rest
come, come and rest
all who are heavy rest,
rest
