Rest

Come to me, you weary one... come to me.  Those words have been echoing through my mind all day long.
Listen: Come To Me, by Kari Jobe

It's an invitation straight from the throne room of heaven, sealed by the hand of a loving God. A gentle whisper from a God who promises that if I come, he will give me what I need.  And he knows exactly what I need today.

But how?  And when? 

It happens when I accept the invitation and I simply come. I don't even have to go anywhere. He meets me right where I am. In the midst of the mundane...the ordinary.  In the midst of the chaos and confusion.  Something magical happens in that moment; when I just stop and acknowledge His presence. 

No matter what is going on in my life, no matter what my circumstances may be, He is all I need... just when I need it.  I will gladly accept the invitation.

He is waiting. Go to him. Find your rest.

Come to me,

all who labor and are heavy laden,

and I will give you rest. 

Take my yoke upon you,

and learn from me,

for I am gentle and lowly in heart,

and you will find rest for your souls.

Matthew 11:28-29