Resting

The past few weeks, since we got home from Somerset, have been particularly difficult. All of the roofing “stuff,” knowing that Clay was behind at work, lots of drama and uncertainty about the future of Clay’s job, and the ever present wondering if we’ll have as much money as month, all combined with being very very pregnant and somewhat emotionally unstable while chasing three small children. Last week for some reason it all just got to me pretty badly and I was allowing myself to despair. Finally, I was able to remind myself of the truth, that I cannot control most of those things, nor does God expect or want me to. I can’t help Clay get caught up on his route. I can’t bring in any income (although I am responsible to be wise in spending), I can’t control who gets fired from the commercial branch at Terminix, and I can’t make this baby come any sooner than it is going to. So getting myself all worked up and worried about these things was incredibly foolish. I’ve been in this place before, realizing the folly of worrying and resting in the Lord, only to, days or weeks later, be right back where I started. But God reminded me again this weekend that my responsibility right now is to care for my girls, husband, and home, and to do so with love and grace and patience. None of the other stuff is mine to control. I was letting my joy be robbed by things that may or may not happen. I was forfeiting the peace that is mine in Christ. I was longing for rest, but scorning the only true rest, the rest that I already have access to, the rest promised me in Matthew 11: 28-30, one of my favorite passages of Scripture. God was already showing me this, and then in church Sunday, as the pastor began a series on dealing with adversity, we sang the hymn “Jesus I am Resting Resting.” It’s been awhile since I’ve sung or heard this hymn, and I just worshipped as the words ministered to my soul like a healing balm. Maybe the lyrics will minister to you, too, as you find yourself caught up in cares that really should not be strangling you like they are. Let go of what isn’t yours to control, examine yourself to make sure that you are doing all you should, then find your rest in Christ.

Jesus, I am resting, resting,
In the joy of what Thou art;
I am finding out the greatness
Of Thy loving heart.
Thou hast bid me gaze upon Thee,
And Thy beauty fills my soul,
For by Thy transforming power,
Thou hast made me whole.

Refrain

Jesus, I am resting, resting,
In the joy of what Thou art;
I am finding out the greatness
Of Thy loving heart.

O, how great Thy loving kindness,
Vaster, broader than the sea!
O, how marvelous Thy goodness,
Lavished all on me!
Yes, I rest in Thee, Belovèd,
Know what wealth of grace is Thine,
Know Thy certainty of promise,
And have made it mine.

Refrain

Simply trusting Thee, Lord Jesus,
I behold Thee as Thou art,
And Thy love, so pure, so changeless,
Satisfies my heart;
Satisfies its deepest longings,
Meets, supplies its every need,
Compasseth me round with blessings:
Thine is love indeed!

Refrain

Ever lift Thy face upon me
As I work and wait for Thee;
Resting ’neath Thy smile, Lord Jesus,
Earth’s dark shadows flee.
Brightness of my Father’s glory,
Sunshine of my Father’s face,
Keep me ever trusting, resting,
Fill me with Thy grace.

Refrain

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One Response to Resting

  1. Steve and Claudia says:

    Praying for you. You have such maturity about the worries of young motherhood that it took me much longer to attain. . . so proud of you. Hang in there. We LOVE you very very much,
    claudia & steve (((( monica))))

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