Today I write from a place of rest.
That sounds like I’m a Mommy Blogger or a Christian Blogger who talks about feelings. I am neither and feelings get you nowhere.
I am truly resting. This last year has been tumultuous. Despite us needing a reality break for a few moments, there is a time for actual, tangible rest. Not only does our spirits call for it, but our physical bodies demand it.
My family is recovering from illness while prepping for a new year. What a way to welcome in a new 365 days. A one-two punch got us holed up inside while the world takes deep breathes wading through what awaits in each new day.
I could go on about lessons learned during a pandemic, what not to do during a crisis, and who to trust when your trust flew out the window with the last breath of fresh air. I believe that many of us would be in the same boat, but yet the tide has shifted each of us to a different resting place or right back out to sea in heavy weather waiting to dump us overboard. It’s been quite the time of our lives, hasn’t it?
What’s next? As I rest with my family overcoming sickness and some further questions on life during our post modern age, I am tempted to write resolutions, goals, and blessings, but I am also tempted to just let God do His thing and allow for His sovereign way to be my guiding light. There’s no hope in anything else other than Him. My only goal should really be to drive that point home.
Nehemiah 8:10 Do not grieve, for the joy of the Lord is your strength
As much as I want to grieve for the times that we live in, I have to remain hopeful in the Lord. My place is secure in Him and that is all that I truly need. With that I can be on my knees praying for the lost and that my loved ones are seeking truth in Him as well. Prayer never disappoints and either does hope.As much as I want to grieve for the times that we live in, I have to remain hopeful in the Lord. My place is secure in Him and that is all that I truly need. Click To Tweet
As some cringe looking ahead, I want to follow suit, but as of today, I don’t. I feel hope. Maybe it took a sickness and quiet time in my home with my family to see the Lord shining all the more, and to embrace the truth in the storm. Maybe it was just time to see past the clouds of discouragement.
He is hope. When all else fails, He stays steady. Let us hold to that fact until the end and forever more.
1 thought on “Time to Be in a Place of Rest: Being All in For Hope”
Wow. What great nuggets of truth here. I pray that you and your family fully recover from that sickness you’re battling. And that we never lose hope or faith this year. Last year was a doozy, and we all hope that this year brings everything new and clean and good. So far, meh. But I love your last line: He is hope. When all else fails, He stays steady. Let us hold to that fact until the end and forever more.
I’m your neighbor this week at #42 FMF.