Rest

I went to Crowders Mountain yesterday.  I needed the excercise and wanted some time alone with God, so I decided to hike to King’s Pinnacle (what better place to meet my King….right?).  On the way, I decided to take a detour to check out the camping sites.  I’m not sure why, since my idea of roughing it is staying at a Motel 6.  Anyway, the sign said it was .09 miles.  That’s not much.  Since I was hiking 3.4 miles anyway, would difference would that little bit make?  So, off I went.  I was surprised, after just a short distance on the trail, to see a newly constructed bench.  You know….the half-log kind that sits on 2 short, stubby logs.  The area had been cleared and leveled – which was a pretty incongruous sight – and made it clear that this resting spot had been planned and prepared.  I quickly noticed a difference in this trail as I continued.  The leaves hadn’t been cleared off, so all the rocks, dips, zigs and zags were difficult to see and made it more challenging that I expected.  So, the bench made a nice addition, especially on the way back.

Sometimes, the trails in our life are like that.  A lot more challenging than expected.  They may not be long, but difficult.  I’m so thankful that, just like whoever constructed that log bench, God prepares a place of rest for us….in Him.  In His word, He tells us “Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest.”  Matthew 11:28, NASB  and “Yet those who wait for the LORD will gain new strength; they will mount up with wings like eagles, they will run and not get tired, they will walk and not become weary.”  Isaiah 40:31, NASB

Are you weary?  Has the path you’ve taken been harder than you expected?  Go to Him and rest in His presence and promises!

Be blessed today and tell someone that you love them!

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About meanderingswithgod

I Write. It’s what I do. It’s as vital a part of me as breathing. I write when I’m happy. I write when I’m sad. I write when I don’t understand. Or when I understand a little too clearly. I write when God’s speaking to me. And when I’m speaking to Him. And, more often than not, it comes out in rhythm and rhyme. In my words, you’ll find laughter and tears, pain and triumph, confusion and clarity. In my words, if you bother to search, you’ll find me. So, it is with both excitement and trepidation that I begin. This blog. This writing that’s been so long coming. My words. God’s words. Don’t worry, you’ll be able to tell the difference. Mine are clumsy, His are eloquent. I hope, as you read my verbal meanderings, that you’ll be blessed and find yourself searching for Him.
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