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Rest on a Friday

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Well, I’m writing from the comfort of my bed this afternoon. This is not something I had planned. In fact, since it is the day after Thanksgiving, I had every intention of letting the Christmas festivities commence. You’re going to laugh…but since 2020 has been a heck of a year I took the opportunity last week to put up my beloved Christmas village and sprinkle bits and pieces of Christmas all around the house. I was careful to preserve the dining room(the center of Thanksgiving dinner), and I tried desperately to save the Christmas music I knew so well for my quiet, solo moments (I didn’t want to exhaust the melodies of Christmas for the rest of my family)! And so today was reserved for indoor Christmas lights(because I put the outdoor lights up last week…when in Vermont one must seize the opportunity during warmer days!) , ornaments and the rest of the house. But…here I am, sniffling my way through a very drowsy morning-turned-afternoon.

It is this kind of day that could make the more productive(or, I should say productivity-seeking) personalities among us(like myself) frustrated. Gosh, I am so thankful that our God is not this way.

HE doesn’t see these rest-filled moments(that masquerade as laziness in my own heart) as wasteful, but rather a necessary reprieve. And isn’t that needed perspective?

I have been camping out in Psalm 119 the past week, and—let me tell you—it has been a balm for my soul! I’m learning that as a mama to three little bitties, my very forgetful brain meditates better when I’m chewing on the same passage weeks at a time. The Psalmist continually speaks of life found in the Word(17, 25, 37,50, 88, 93, 107, 116, 149, 154, 156, 159). Today my physical body is failing me(only in a minor way, but I am still hindered by how weakened this cold has made me). It reminds me of the truth that this life—this body, this world—is not my home. The Lord is ever-refining that I may daily be brought to that remembrance. And there is such goodness in that!

But I wouldn’t have noticed(not today, at least) if my mind was consumed by the Christmas chaos I had planned. No; because my schedule changed entirely, my mind has remembered the source of true rest—found in Christ alone. And that(however frustrated I am, and however foiled I found my plans) is exactly what I needed.

It seems so fitting that the Lord has given me pause before my very favorite(and always busy) time of year. It is His gentle reminder to stop, fixing my eyes on Him, and rest in WHO He is. As we near the Advent season, I’m so grateful He has hushed my restless heart; so humbled that He’s not exasperated to correct me(yet again) but peaceably calls me to quiet reflection. It is a perfect faithfulness of which I am undeserving. 

This blessing has fallen to me, that I have kept your precepts. ~ Psalm 119:56

Wait for the Lord; be strong, and let your heart take courage; wait for the Lord! ~ Psalm 27:14

The End is the Reward

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Teach me, O Lord, the way of your statutes and I will keep it to the end

Psalm 119:33

I woke up lazily this morning, for superficial reasons, of course. My bed was warm; my toes toasty after a long night of sound sleep, and the weather outside truly was “frightful”. But there was a sense of dread forming as I considered the bleakness of the world around me. And I didn’t want to face it. Naturally I had to make the choice between getting out of bed(starting the day) or relishing a quiet, comfortable moment. Which would you choose?

It is these mundane lazy moments that often prompt reflection for me. I know, I know…laziness = reflection?

But there is simple beauty in slowly digesting the day one breath at a time. [for me] It’s a reminder to keep treading along; to maintain perspective.

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I often imagine that faithful tortoise slinking along the tracks, giving no thought to the miles logged, or the potential difficulty ahead. He just kept moving towards the goal: the end of the race.

I think, sometimes, I am more like the hare: desperately racing through each day, never mindful of the extraordinary, ordinary moments. Tryng to survive rather than thrive. It is then that I miss the momentary blessings in each breath.

But truth is the ever piercing arrow that daily aligns my weary soul: 

I have chosen the way of faithfulness, I set your rules before me... Teach me O Lord, the way of your statutes 
and I will keep them to the end  (keep them as my reward) 
~ Psalm 119:30, 33

Isn’t it funny how a single footnote changes everything? I had never before noticed the asterisk by verse 30: keep your [precepts] as my reward.

God has provided the Word as the source all truth(Psalm 119:160) and this is our life-giving hope(Psalm 119:81)! When our souls desire any other thing, we will never know peace. This truth gives life, hope, and sustaining grace to remain faithful to the very end. When our hearts wearily wrestle with the many dangers toils and snares of a world full of divided affections, we must fix our eyes on Christ! We must continue[by God’s grace] to choose faithfulness, to set His ways before our flickering eyes. And we must ever be mindful of the reward that is in knowing Him and gazing upon His perfect goodness forever into eternity(Revelation 7:9-12)

For though our weakening eyes strain to see light, the light itself grows nearer and brighter with every faithful step.

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