I feel at rest when I uplift someone else.
(this is my favorite post to date. I couldn't wait to write it.)
On Sunday
February the 10th I was presented with the priceless gift of rest.
It was the most important birthday gift I had ever received. The package was
carefully and appropriately delivered on Sunday, the day of rest. It came
wrapped with a direct message of how much God desired for me to remain in His
love. This gift was given to me as a reminder that I can be held in that sacred
and quiet still as I float to tranquil and uncharted heights. I wish to lie
suspended in the solitude of rest if only for a moment. I wish this FOR ALL
MANKIND.
RESTING FROM FLIGHT
Most of us
are busy doing something every minute of the day and taking a moment to rest
can feel like a waste of our time. I like what the Free Dictionary gives for a
definition of what it means to rest. It offers a simple phrase. “Stop doing anything for a
time.” Wait a
second. Does anything mean everything? Really! How are we able to stop all
things in order to rest our mind, body and spirit? This is a hard one for me,
especially from the mental side of things. My overactive brain is clicking on
all cylinders, at all times and it drives me to temporary insanity. I often
share that my all time favorite way to combat the craziness of the world is to
head for the bathroom for some Bathtub Theology. It is my constant go to when I
need to be rescued from the ruckus of a duty-filled life. When things get
messy, that’s when a hot serene soak gets me clean from the inside of my
pounding head to the bottom of my tight rope walking toes. During the footsteps
through life my troubled toes have gotten stumped quite often from not taking
that much needed time to lay it all down and just rest.
Imagine the
empty and dark view from God’s eyes as He dealt with the burden of being the
“creator of all things.” For six event-filled days God felt the weight of His
inspirational work as He created something from nothing by simply speaking the
universe into existence. Then on the seventh day…
IN THIS VOID I STAND, I MOVE AND BREATHE.
INSPIRED
TO SPEAK AND THEN I SEE.
A
GOLDEN DAWN IS CAST ANEW
BID
ME PEACE TO RISE AND MEET
I
THIRST AND LONG FOR MY FIRST DEW
I
LAY TO LOOK ON EARTH FROM HEAVEN
MY
TIME TO REST ON THIS DAY SEVEN.
NOTE: Feel free to leave a comment.
When I truely, I mean truely rest my mind....which means not controling my thoughts, not trying to pray to god, but truely let god fill the space in my head, it is an act of surrender and trust. There are times in my life when I thrived on this and embraced this daily in my life, sitting, and letting god fill my head with nothing or thoughts from him. Then there are times in my life when the rest scares me, fear is in the background, because of several reasons but fear of what god will ask me to accept or surrender to. Rest for me at times is equal to trust, acceptance, and surrendering, all while letting go of fear. Thanks for your writing, I look forward to it, it helps give me something to think about and an outlet for me to feel connected.
ReplyDeleteI am thrilled when what I write gets people to thinking. CONNECTING with people is the fundamental purpose of this blog. I always smile when readers tell me they could identify with me. I wanna feel close to you guys. I am surely thankful for your thoughts.
Deleteone way I rest is by listening to music and letting that fill me and connect me to the spiritual world around me, listening, breathing, mediating, for some reason doing this do music helps to get me to my inner core and out of my head!
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