Kristi writes:
Is
it the weekend yet? After a busy week of cooking, cleaning, teaching,
playing, and more, I’m tired. I’ve replied to emails; I’ve “liked”
pictures and posts on social networks; I’ve answered phone calls. It’s
time to slow down and relax. When I rest, my mind and body aren’t
actively doing anything. I’m recharging and refreshing. I’m resting.
For some of us, it’s been the daily grind of keeping up with the pile of Mt. Washmore, keeping up with hubby’s schedule, shuttling the children from one activity to the next, and keeping up with the other work requirements. It gets tiring. I get tired simply listing all of the things that women do.
When having difficulties trying to conceive a child, I met with my doctor several times to discuss what could be done. For a while, there were some daily measurements, some things to mark on the calendar, and some anxious waiting. It was stressful. Were the numbers reading correctly? Was the test administered properly? There was anxious anticipation while waiting for test results. Undesirable answers were met with dejected emotions. When all morally acceptable possibilities had been exhausted, it was time to be done. I was tired of all the directions and requirements. I was worn out. It was time to rest.
The Word of God provides the best rest. I need nothing more. In the Holy Word, I hear of my sin and my need for a Savior. In Holy Baptism, I am made God’s child. In the Holy Absolution, I am pardoned of all sin. The body and blood of Christ are given to me for my cleansing. Nothing is required on my part to make these things come true. I am simply the recipient.
So get thee hence to church. There you’ll be recharged and refreshed by the Lord.
That’s true rest.
For some of us, it’s been the daily grind of keeping up with the pile of Mt. Washmore, keeping up with hubby’s schedule, shuttling the children from one activity to the next, and keeping up with the other work requirements. It gets tiring. I get tired simply listing all of the things that women do.
When having difficulties trying to conceive a child, I met with my doctor several times to discuss what could be done. For a while, there were some daily measurements, some things to mark on the calendar, and some anxious waiting. It was stressful. Were the numbers reading correctly? Was the test administered properly? There was anxious anticipation while waiting for test results. Undesirable answers were met with dejected emotions. When all morally acceptable possibilities had been exhausted, it was time to be done. I was tired of all the directions and requirements. I was worn out. It was time to rest.
The Word of God provides the best rest. I need nothing more. In the Holy Word, I hear of my sin and my need for a Savior. In Holy Baptism, I am made God’s child. In the Holy Absolution, I am pardoned of all sin. The body and blood of Christ are given to me for my cleansing. Nothing is required on my part to make these things come true. I am simply the recipient.
So get thee hence to church. There you’ll be recharged and refreshed by the Lord.
That’s true rest.
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