Restless

There is a song stuck in my head.  Give it a listen and then come back here to let me tell you why...

Isn't that a great song.  Did you catch the words?

"I'm restless till I rest in you."

I don't know about you but, I struggle with being restless. When things in my life aren't going the way I think they should.  When my world turns upside down.  When I don't have a plan.  I try to pick all my worries up, load them into a pack with all my fears, insecurities, and failures and carry them on my back. I try to fix things by myself.  I try to come up with my own plans. 

Doing this is like packing around a bag full of bowling balls.  They weigh me down. They crush me. Still, I try to carry them alone, never asking for help.  Eventually they become too much to bear.  I become hurt, frustrated that I can't do it alone.  I am forced to my knees.  In desperation, I cry out for help and repent for not asking sooner.

Wouldn't it be nice to cut out the middle?

Right now, I am restless.  There is a lot going on in our lives.  My flesh wants to plan, panic, pack up my bowling balls and try to start running.  My spirit is craving something different.  REST. Rest in Christ. I have to trust His promises for our future, knowing that He will provide for Josh's job changes and our finances. I have to choose to fill my cravings with Him and His word instead of food, facebook, etc. I must lean on His strength when I can't find it in me to want to put in the effort for bettering myself physically and spiritually. When I am at my weakest, I must say,

"Still my heart.  Hold me close.  Let me hear a still small voice. Let it grow. Let it rise, into a shout, into a cry!"

Jesus is offering to carry my sack full of bowling balls.  I just have to let Him.  Then, I can rest and trust that He has it all under control for me.