In our society, rest has become something that is gained in hour-long massages and not a daily practice. This has led to increased stress and related illnesses. God designed us to rest, we were made in His image and He rested on the 7th day.
I admit that I for the past fifteen years I have not rested. I was on call 24/7 and not just to my family. I knew to come to God. I could tell, as could everyone around me, if I had missed a church service and not had daily time with Him.
I knew I had to come to Him, because He was the only one that I could share my burdens as a child welfare worker and then as a therapist. The burdens were much to heavy for me to carry. I knew I could bring them to Him. I came to him frequently, and I saw the impact it made in my life and the lives of those I worked with, because when I came, I brought them to Him in prayer and often desperation.
What I didn’t know was that I was weary. Other people saw that, but I couldn’t. It took some young ladies that I ministered to, to show me that. When circumstances stopped me in my tracks and rest was the one thing that was certain, they would comment on how I didn’t seem so wore out. I was happier. I thought my mask hid that, I was wrong.
In that time, I learned that I can give everything to God. Not just the things I didn’t think I could handle. Anything that was a burden, He will take. He designed me to sleep and rest, and He loves when I do it in Him instead of out of complete exhaustion. If rest was good enough for God, I should take advantage of it too!