By: Laura Lee Cochran 2021
Today I am overworked, busy, and exhausted. Using up all of my energy for the sake of others and then heading home hoping to be refueled for the next day's task. Each day, asks more of me, and I am quite in need of a good nap. Perhaps a day where I stay in, do nothing. Yet, no matter if I am at work, or at home, there always seems to be something that needs to be done. And it must always be done by me, I suppose. After all, there are responsibilities I must attend to. But I fear, my body is no longer able to keep up with this regimen. I am in need of rest. Or maybe, just help.
Though, after a quaint walk, where the breeze blew softly on my hair, and I met the wave of a neighbor, I see that stillness is what draws me in. For in my search for what holds beauty, the pattern of peace resided.
For it was found in the skyline lighting up with a new shade of orange to contrast the familiar blue. A bird sitting on top of a power line, all alone, with nothing but the breeze and clouds to keep it company. A windmill, surrounded by yellow flowers, moving ever so slowly. A child’s swing, vacant, resting from its latest play. The gentle brushstrokes of a flower painting atop of a mailbox. And the moon, resting in the sky, illuminating a light that never was its own. This idea of simply existing. No agenda, no goal. Nothing to accomplish, just appreciating the whimsy of an evening in July. I see now, my soul needs it very well. A new way of living from my Lord. To come to him, when I am weary and heavy laden, for he is the one who grants rest. To simply be still, and know that he is God. Instead of pushing, striving, completing, and doing. What a life that would be. To find true rest in the Most High, despite busy circumstances. How my soul longs for it. And it can only be found in Him.