Hebrews 4:4 “For he has somewhere spoken of the seventh day in this way: “And God rested on the seventh day from all his works.”
This is what church was about today: what rest was to God, to us, and what our “sweet spot” looks like. I liked the sermon so well, I sat thru it TWICE!!
Kristian and Taylor’s wedding was two weeks ago Saturday and then pup sitting (happy to do it for the granddogs). Since one of the pups decided to get up three times each night, my life, since June, has been anything but restful. When not working on wedding, there’s always house stuff and employment (I love my job so does that count???), too, so how and what could Heavenly Dad have up His billowy white sleeve for me today?
What I was coming to understand (I’m hard headed, thus it took me a couple of times) was that Heavenly Dad didn’t just take the Sabbath to “not do anything” but to reflect and enjoy everything He had accomplished in that past week. Pastor Dave went on to say-this blew me away-paraphrasing here: when life is full of chaos and crap, Rest is the place of peace amidst the trouble.
“Explanation please, Dad?”
Small church helped me with this one: it’s like when the Red Sea parted and the Israelites walked through on dry land. They could clearly see the danger on both sides as the water could have crashed in on them at any time, but there was a peace because they were living in complete obedience and faith. Whoa! That was definitely a sweet spot (until the Egyptians came running up behind them, but I digress).
I almost had to laugh as he was talking about me when he described what total surrender DOES NOT look like: “When we want to figure out the solution to a problem just Incase God fails.” That one nailed me between the eyes. He explained that total surrender is laying EVERYTHING on the alter and letting Heavenly Dad take what He wants. WHAT?!?? Who does that?
The bottom line is that rest is up to me to pursue, which sounds like an oxymoron, does it not: to pursue rest?
It is my choice if I spend time with Heavenly Dad. It’s my choice to pick up the map for directions to my “Sweet Spot of Rest,” aka the Bible. It’s my choice if, after laying everything on the alter and He gives back what He decides I need, to be content with that (or will/do I want more—ouch!!). The more I give to Him, the less I have to carry. In so doing I can regain my strength, heal and REST.
What the heck am I waiting for and where’s that alter?
Now for the rubber to meet the road… .
Until next time: Blessings!
To know me, please know my heart: