27 April 2011

Come Unto Me

Tired hangs off him like a million-pound weight, drips off him like he'd run through a summer thunderstorm. He's working and studying and daddy-ing and husbanding and it wears him thin, and I don't always know how to meet him there, how to touch that and bring him rest.

Rest is a hard word, hard for us right now because it feels like not working, and when we're not working we're not sure where the next dollar will come from or if we're striving hard enough to build a future. And it's different from falling into bed and sleeping at the end of a day spent rushing and fighting life and feeling like the best we can do in this life always falls short.

And yet rest we must. "This is a season," we say, and we both nod before we head back to work or collapse, to veg or sleep because the energy is gone. Rest . . . rest is what will keep us going, what will help us see our way through this season, what will help us see the answers and the open doors that are staring us in the face.

But it's hard to stop. It's one thing to open hands and hold plenty loosely, and quite another to hold lack, need, and unknowing. It's easier to let go of something than to open hands and realize the offering amounts to . . . nothing.

The call, though, is not to offer something of worth, for that's largely illusion anyway. The call is to offer the present, to present the present and ourselves in it as an offering. Because that's all we have, ever, even when life would have us believe something different.



6 comments:

Laura said...

Hi, Sarah! So nice to hear your voice today. Thank you for understanding my words over at the Wellspring too. It's such a hard thing--to keep trying. And I keep looking for those open doors too. Wondering, as you say--where is the blessing in this present? And I feel it. Because it sends me into the Arms of Love.

Brian Miller said...

the present is all we have...so true...do get some rest...we were never meant to work all the time, even he took a rest...

Duane Scott said...

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emily wierenga said...

The call is to offer the present, to present the present and ourselves in it as an offering.

my dear sarah, i love this. and i needed it. thank you for encouraging this rest... for living it, too. i love you sister.

Joybird said...

It's easier to let go of something than to open hands and realize the offering amounts to . . . nothing.

Strong stuff here. And I could relate to the tension of being called to a season of rest when I have to depend on Him, no reserves, for my daily bread.

emily wierenga said...

i love you dear sarah...