Restless. Why am I so restless?
The thought lingered throughout the weekend. Its very lingering another sign of my restlessness - I had no rest from the question. No escape. Ugghh.
Then I was reading this morning and came across the words "discomfort" and "uncertainty." Clues, I think, to my restlessness. This is a time of profound discomfort and uncertainty and I feel it acutely.
I continued reading and came across this invitation - "Become comfortable being uncomofortable, and allow your heart to rest in the one who is the anchor for our souls."
Are you kidding? "Become comfortable being uncomfortable."
As I pondered and lingered . . . I began to realize that I have been doing it again. I've been wanting control. Wanting to know. Wanting to fix. Wanting to get back to normal. Wanting to make all the discomfort go away.
The invitation was to relinquish control. To lay down the burden of needing to know. To concede my desire to fix. To yield my desire for nomalcy. To surrender myself to the discomfort.
The words of Psalm 55 began to speak - "Listen to my prayer, O God, do not ignore my plea; hear me and answer me. My thoughts trouble me and I am distraught . . . I said, 'Oh, that I had the wings of a dove! I would fly away and be at rest. . . . I would hurry to my place of shelter, far from the tempest and storm.'"
Shelter. Rest. That is what this restless heart needs. And that is what God invites us to find in Him. The shelther of the Most High. Rest in the shadow of the Almighty. These words of Psalm 91 reverberate.
There is only one place to find it. I was led back to this song that points me to the one source. Give me Jesus. Listen and be encouraged, O resltless one.