Today, as it has always been, the world is a mad kaleidoscope of chaos, lies, and unrealities. So many things pull us in so many different directions. So many things tug and war for our attention, our hearts.
I love drive. I love the push of exhilaration I get when I over plan and when I'm on the brink of failure but I manage to push through and succeed. If someone tells me I'll never make it, or even acts like I won't, my heart burns with determination.
However, like everyone else, I also wrestle with doubts and frustration, the crippling fear of failure looms over my head like an ax waiting to fall. I want to war against it all, I want to systematically destroy such things. My friends and those that know me best often refer to me as a general. My bread and butter is battle, my heart sings when I'm about to walk through the fire.
Rest is not something of a natural inclination to me. On bed-rest for a week? Oh, I'll write the first draft of an entire novel. A family member goes home to be with the Lord? I'll plan the funeral, and deal with my grief later. Wracked with a bad case of the flu? I'll submit my manuscript to more agents.
But Yahweh has called me to rest in him. Not become inactive. Not sit in a pile of cushions and blankets and wait, but rest. Do what he has called, do what I can, but leave the outcome to Yeshua, King of Kings, Lord of Lords, Elohim, Jesus, God.
Do you long for rest, but never find it? Are you forever thirsty but never satisfied? Do you race after another relationship, a new and better job to give you satisfaction and rest? Do you give your body rest, but not your soul?
Come implies effort. Come implies sacrifice. Come implies choice. Did our Lord not have a choice, when he came to earth? Did he not have a choice when he lived a perfect life? Did he not have a choice when he died upon that cross?
Our hearts may be tugged and pulled in a million different directions, in a thousand contradicting ways. Our enemy may try to ploy us into willing chains. He may build stronghold and battlements in our hearts. He may drive us so we don't have the courage or wisdom to rest. Rest not in ourselves, but in The Lord.
Yahweh has promised to fill us. He has promised to satisfy our hunger. So, whether your struggle is an endless drive, or crippling depression, or a fluctuating mixture of both, do not give up hope dear one. Yahweh has called you out. He has paid for your drive, for your depression, for your fear, for your entire being. He has made you new.
Our enemy, our flesh, has already been defeated. He is ours, and we are his. So stand fast, dear ones, in confidence and faith walk forward and let the old self, the old drive and the old depression lay at the foot of our saviors cross, in the blood of his sacrifice.
With Love and Blessings,