Trust Me

When our daughter, Annabelle, was little, she and her daddy had a game they would play at bedtime. It went something like this. My husband would stand at the foot of the bed and turn out the lights. Then, in the dark, he would shout, “Jump! I’ll catch you!” Hesitating, Annabelle would always ask, “But what if you don’t catch me?” And her daddy would respond, “Trust me!” Then, with all her might, she’s run and jump off the end of the bed into his arms.

I love that memory because it shows how much trust Annabelle has in her daddy. It shows the innocence of a child’s heart. She trusts that he cares for her and will do anything to protect her. There is no reason for her not to believe that she is loved.

Somewhere along the  way into adulthood, many of us lose that willingness to trust. Trust can be tricky. Some of us have experienced the hurt of having our trust shattered. Unfortunately, the reality of our human condition causes us to falter. There are those moments when we and others show ourselves to be untrustworthy. Having people in our life whom we can trust is a blessing. Having a God we can trust is life-changing.

Life is messy. We get hurt. We judge and reject each other. Sadly, things like abuse and neglect exist; both physical and emotional. All these things cause scars. Our scars make it hard for us to trust. Our scars make it even harder for us to believe in the idea of a holy and perfect God; a God who loves us and cares for us; a God who is worthy of our trust.

I would venture to say that we all, eventually, come to a place where we realize the things of this world do not satisfy. We realize that things like money, status, stuff, etc. are not trustworthy. They give us a temporary fix only to let us down. Too often, they leave us lower than where we started. They offer us a false hope. When we decide we’re tired of being deceived by this world and we’re ready to accept Truth, where do we go?

We go to the One who is not of this world. We go to the One who is trustworthy. To the One who cares. To the One who created us. To the One who knows us and loves us. Our Heavenly Father.

Do you hear Him calling to you in the darkness, “Jump. I’ll catch you!”

Then, you have a choice to make. Will you trust Him and jump? Or will you trust fear and refuse to move?

When fear says, “What if He doesn’t catch me?”,…

Love says, “Trust me!”  

Trust that your Heavenly Father loves you and is working things together for your good…even when the darkness makes it hard to see.

I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.”

Matthew 18:3


Annabelle (age 2) with her Daddy

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How the Battle Changed Me

I remember when the comments first started. They would sting. Walking through the store, I would suddenly be blind-sided by words.


“Look, mommy, that girl has cancer.”

“Look, daddy, that girl doesn’t have hair.”

Sometimes there were no words. Just a darting glance or an uncomfortable parent shushing their child. I pretended not to notice. I learned how to quickly flash a smile to somehow communicate that it was okay. That I was okay with the stares. With the remarks. It was more than this recovering perfectionist wanted to handle.

My daughter’s bare head often draws attention. I have become accustomed to reassuring others that it is not cancer. That it’s only alopecia.

Only alopecia.

As if that somehow disqualified us from the battle. A battle for which I was ill-equipped. A battle against whom or what, I wasn’t sure. Little did I know, I was about to be forever changed by one familiar story and one precious little girl.

The story was David and Goliath. One I had heard many times before. One whose familiarity put it at risk of losing its’ impact, but it’s hard to ignore something that God keeps putting in your face. This story kept finding its’ way to me – in teachings, on the radio, in conversations.

I wanted to get it…to learn what I was supposed to learn, so I read it over and over and over again, for weeks, each time asking God, “Where am I in this story? Show me what I need to learn.”

At first, I imagined that I was David coming victoriously against the giant, but that seemed too easy; almost juvenile.

Then, I feared that I was Eliab, David’s oldest brother who discouraged David from battling the giant. In the name of being “realistic”, I had become discouraging…

“Don’t you hear what the doctors are saying? They said there’s no cure. They don’t even know what causes it. Why should we expect any different?”

I wanted to accept defeat. My husband wanted to fight — for us, for our daughter, for an answer…for Hope.

Still, I continued asking, “Lord, show me. Where am I in this story?” Then, God gave me understanding. I hadn’t been asking the right question. Instead of being so concerned with who I was in the story, I needed to be asking a very different question. I needed to be asking, “Who are you in this story, God?”

When I started asking the right question, the story came alive…

I saw myself, a soldier on the hillside. Crouched down. Terrified and dismayed. The enemy was across the valley shouting his terrible shouts.

Taunting me,…

“Why even bother to fight? Did you not hear what the doctors said? There are no answers. There is no cure. There is no hope.”

My thoughts were distorted. My heart was paralyzed. Without realizing it, I had begun believing the lie of the enemy.

I had begun believing in hopelessness.

But God has a way of changing things…

He sent a David to bring Bread to the battle lines — broken to give life for weary souls. Bending down low he saw what my mouth refused to speak, “This is too much. I don’t want to do this. I surrender.”

But God doesn’t leave us on the battle lines to fight alone. He enters the battle with us. No…He enters the battle for us.

With grace and mercy, He spoke the words my heart desperately needed to hear,…

“Do not lose heart. I will fight for you.”

Then, He set off toward the giant. Reaching into the stream he chose five stones. No sword. No armor. Just stones. With stones in his pouch, He stood before the giant who was still shouting, “Come down and fight me. If you win, I will become your subject. But if I win, you will become my subject and serve me.”

Most of us know how the story ends. With one stone, David killed the giant and sent him tumbling to the ground. Then, as if that wasn’t enough, he severed the head of the giant using his own weapon against him making victory a reality.

This battle is one that God has used to teach me much.

My battle was not so much about my daughter’s diagnosis, but more about learning to choose which god I would submit to in the face of my trial—

the god of hopelessness or the God of Hope.

Throughout this journey, one message has echoed loudly…

”Don’t waste your trials.”

When we face a trial, no matter how big or small, we are faced with a choice.

We get to choose whether we will believe God’s promises to work everything together for our good and submit to His work in our lives; or whether we will choose not to believe His promises and not allow Him to work in our lives. If we choose the latter, then we let our trials go to waste.

Trials are a blessing that have the potential to deepen our walk with Him.

Through this experience, God has grown me to truly see His Word as the Bread of Life necessary for the sustenance of my soul. To see His Word as the well from which I draw my hope, strength and peace. My heart reveres Him as Holy and I cherish time spent in His presence.

God has taught me the importance of being honest with Him. When I was trying to pretend like everything was okay, God was instead giving me permission to not be okay. I learned to slow down enough to experience the gravity of what was happening. I had to simply surrender and cry out to Him.

Under the weight of fear and doubt, my words became unintentionally hurtful toward my husband. I learned to pray for my marriage in new ways. Not only for a spirit of unity, but for a hedge of protection around my husband… from me. I began praying that God would give him a wife worth more than rubies (Proverbs 31:10).

God has taught me to trust my husband’s leadership. I learned to respect his opinion even when he disagreed with the doctors. Together we learned that doctors don’t always have all the answers. I had to trust that God was leading him, too.

God has taught me gratitude. He took my grumbling heart and transformed it to see everything as a gift. Now, my heart can recognize even the smallest of gifts…like eyelashes.

God has shown me that He cares intricately for Brianna. When she turned 3, for the first time, she told me she wanted hair on her head. Not ready for this conversation, I gently explained to her that God made her beautiful without hair. But God heard the desire of her heart and a few weeks later I crossed paths with an organization that provides real-hair wigs to children with hair loss. Through them, Brianna received the gift of hair.

We never know how God might choose to answer prayers. It’s not our job to know. All He asks is that we simply trust Him.

We know God has great things planned for Brianna. She has already touched so many lives. Through her, God has deepened my walk with Him, strengthened my marriage, and proven that He is taking care of the details of our lives.

The battle has changed me.

Some might think…, “It’s just hair.” I know. I tried to tell myself that for a year. I felt guilty every time it felt like a big deal. I didn’t understand why it was so hard; why it was such a struggle.

What I’ve learned is that every battle is personal.

I am her mother. It’s my nature to protect her. For me, it’s about protecting my daughter’s heart. It’s about shielding her from the arrows that will surely come when the world starts telling her a different definition of beauty. It’s about helping her find strength, when she starts feeling different.

And now that I’ve been changed by the battle, it’s about sharing with her what I’ve learned. I will share with her a powerful secret…

God gives the biggest battles to His fiercest warriors.

And I will train her for battle and teach her to use the right kind of weapons.

Battles are about accepting every ounce of who God is
in every moment and in every season.
It’s about allowing God to work in every circumstance, the good ones and, especially, the difficult ones.

Whatever you’re facing, right now. No matter how big or small. Find your hope in Christ. Cling to Him. Hold onto His promises. He has equipped you for this battle.

Hopelessness has been defeated.

“The Lord will fight for you; you need only to be still.”
Exodus 14:14

I See You – An Ode to Motherhood

Valentine’s Day is almost here and moms everywhere are scurrying to help children put the finishing touches on their Valentine boxes. They’re making those last minute trips to the store for Valentine cards. They’re planning special ways to communicate their affections to the loved ones in their life.

Mama, it’s time to take a break. Grab your favorite beverage, whatever it may be. Rest your feet and steal a quiet moment for yourself. You, the one who is always giving until there’s nothing left to give. Take a moment to be still and receive.

Weary mother,


I see you waking in the middle of the night to calm your child

I see you tip toeing away to not wake the baby

I see you doing your best to comfort your sick child

I see you splashing cold water on your face to wake up

I see you sipping coffee in the dark to steal a quiet moment

I see you scrubbing dried food off the floor

I see you planning meals to make sure no one goes hungry

I see you with kids strapped on and buckled in gathering food for the family

I see you trying to maintain a conversation in your sleep-deprived, caffeine-fuelled state

I see you loading and unloading that stroller in the parking lot

I see you diverting your eyes in the store from the new and pretty things you can’t afford

I see you counting your cash and putting the things back that make you go just a little over

I see you exiting the restroom after you’ve wrangled  three kids for a potty break

I see you pay for the squished loaf of bread that your toddler sat on because you don’t have it in you to walk to the back of the store to grab a new one

I see you hoping your gray hairs aren’t too noticeable because you don’t have the time or money to change it

I see you sacrificing self-care for the care of others

I see you going without, so that the rest of the family can go with

I see you grasping for a shred of patience as you let your little one do it himself

I see you finally sitting down to eat after everyone else’s belly is full

I see you doing your best to let go

I see you engaging in the work of motherhood

I see you searching for a sense of significance in the diapers, dishes, and laundry…oooh, the laundry

I see you weary

I see you beautiful

I see you strong

I see you

 “You are the God who sees me,” for she said,

“I have now seen the One who sees me.”

Genesis 16:13

“She gets up while it is still dark;

she provides food for her family…

She sets about her work vigorously;

her arms are strong for her tasks.

…her lamp does not go out at night.”

Proverbs 31: 15, 17-18 

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Where Were You, God? – A Reflection on God’s Tangible Love

I look back & reflect

on all I’ve lived,


endured… quietly.

One question echoes…, “Where were you, God?

An answer unravels

My child…

I sent the angels who quietly guided your steps.

I was the gentleness in the mother who welcomed you.

I was the kindness in a friend who reached for you.

I was the goodness in a teacher who told you to never settle.

I was the faithfulness of a classmate who prayed for you…secretly.

I was the unseen that protected you from the harm that could’ve been.

I was the boldness in a fellow student who shared stories about me.

I was the intention of a teacher who pointed you to my purpose for your life.

I was the love in the words of a wife spoken about her marriage.

I was the warrior covering you in prayer that stressful year. 

I was the mentor helping bathe your mind in Truth that hard season.

I was the Light piercing through the darkness. 

I was the Peace that overcame your anger.

I was the Healer who mended your broken heart.

My child,

I AM the Hope replacing your hopelessness.

I AM the Strength emerging from your suffering.

I AM the Joy breaking through your weariness.


“I’ve told you these things for a purpose: that my joy might be your joy, and your joy wholly mature. This is my command: Love one another the way I loved you. This is the very best way to love. Put your life on the line for your friends. You are my friends when you do the things I command you. I’m no longer calling you servants because servants don’t understand what their master is thinking and planning. No, I’ve named you friends because I’ve let you in on everything I’ve heard from the Father.”

John 15:11-15 (MSG)

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Some People

Some people will never see the ocean, but they will know that it exists

Some people will never hold a million dollars, but they will strive for it

Some people will never set foot on Mount Everest, but they will believe that it stands

Yet, some people will never recognize God and they will assume He doesn’t exist

Some people…

“I tell you,” he replied, ” if they keep quiet, the stones will cry out.”

Luke 19:40

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Good & Order – Seeing Creation with Fresh Eyes

After 11 years, my Bible was looking pretty worn out. Random scribbles from children. Pages pulling away from the spine. A hodge podge of highlighting, underlining & notes. It was time for a new one.

I had heard of chronological bibles before and was curious. The idea of studying God’s word in chronological order intrigued my linear-thinking brain. I delight in structure and step-by-step processes.

My sweet hubby honored my request for a chronological bible for Christmas and it is without a doubt one of the nicest gifts I have ever received. I treasure time in God’s Word. This new version is helping me read scripture with fresh eyes.

Take for instance, the Creation story. If you’re familiar with this story, you may recall…

On the first day, God created light.

On the second day, He created sky.

On the third day, He created the seas, dry land, and vegetation.

On the fourth day, He created the sun, moon, and stars.

On the fifth day, He created the creatures of the sea and sky.

On the sixth day, He created the creatures of the land and mankind.

On the seventh day, he rested.

I’ve read this story a number of times. It’s easy to skim over it and think, “Yea, I know that story. It’s the creation story.” But what can easily be missed is what is beneath the surface — the evidence of God’s character.

From this story, we see that God is a God of order. He had a plan. A plan which He executed precisely. He didn’t haphazardly throw things together. He created in a linear, orderly fashion.

We see that God is a God of Light. He broke through the darkness. He created a greater light to govern the day and a lesser light to govern the night. With Him, there is no darkness.

We also see that God is good. At the end of each day, God saw that what He created was good. When He saw that something was not good, He changed it. After creating man, He saw that it was not good for man to be alone, so He created woman. He didn’t just say it was good. He said it was VERY good. {Sorry, just had to slip that in there, guys.}

From this story, we see that God sees the big picture. He is all-knowing and all-seeing. Someone with an earthly perspective might try to chalk up any one of these events to climate change or some other human explanation, but God knew what He was doing.

This story also reveals that God is caring. He created and blessed mankind. He gave us plants for food and authority over animals. He gave man and woman each other. He desires the good of mankind.

Because this story is so familiar to us, we risk letting its impact fade. We must seek to see His story with fresh eyes. Too many of us have fallen into the trap of believing that God is distant and disconnected from our lives. We need reminded that He is good and caring. Too many of us blame God for the darkness and chaos in the world. We need to remember that with God there is light and order. Darkness and chaos do not come from Him. Too many of us feel lost and wonder why it is that God has forgotten about us. We need reminded that God has a plan and He wants each of us to be a part of it.

If life feels chaotic,…

If parts of it are shrouded in darkness,…

If God feels distant,…

perhaps it’s time for you to join the story…His story.


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Will you come?

“Where are all my people?”

There is room enough for a great multitude, yet only a few gather.

There is room enough for many to feast, yet only a few are seated.

“Where are all my people?”


The Lord is preparing a place for you.

Will you come?

You know the way.

It’s the narrow road.


In anger, you accuse Him.

In stubbornness, you ignore Him.

In complacency, you forget Him.

You choose the broad road.


There is a way that is right and good.

It brings life.

The truth remains—only one true God.

In humbleness, you accept Him.


At the end, what will you hear?

“Well done” or

“I never knew you”

You choose.



“Enter through the narrow gate.

For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction

and many enter through it.

But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life,

and only a few find it.”

Matthew 7:13-14

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Inside the Vatican – narrow gate





Good and Gritty


Trials–Nobody likes them.

Yet, God says,

“Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.”  James 1:2-4

As humans, we have an innate desire to be mature and complete. This desire manifests itself early in childhood when the growing toddler stumbles to take his first step and later when the maturing teenager begins to learn how to balance all the responsibilities of young adulthood. We, as humans, are constantly growing and changing.

Or, are we?

Why have some of us decided that the evolving process of growing and changing has ended for us?

Living things grow and change.

If we are not growing and changing, what does that say about us?

What does God’s word say about us if we are not engaging in the maturation process? It says that we are incomplete and lacking. We are like the runner who feels accomplished enough by the miles behind him that he slows down, steps out of his lane and kicks back in his recliner. Meanwhile, the race continues.

How do we allow ourselves to arrive at a place where we think we’re “good”? Where we communicate to God that His work in us is done?

Each transition we make in life as a result of the growing process requires some form of being stretched beyond our current level of comfort. It may be mildly unpleasant or it may be excruciatingly painful.

Are you there right now? Are you in that place that is so uncomfortable or painful that you just want to scream or curl up in a ball?

Change can be hard. The unknown can be scary. The unanswered can be devastating. But what does God’s Word tell us?

“Consider it pure joy…”

How can that be, especially, when joy seems like nothing more than a faint and distant memory?

It can be when we embrace the limitations of our human perspective. We must enter the place where we humble ourselves and acknowledge that we are not God. This is where we have to let go and let God be God.

While our human-ness fixates on the incessant irritation of the grit, God’s divine authority positions Him to see the beautiful pearl that He is forming in us.

Don’t by-pass the maturation process. Submit to it. Then, one day you will stand and look back at the path you’ve taken, complete and lacking nothing.

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Afraid to Ask: Learning to pray with gut-level honesty


The first time her hair fell out, I didn’t think anything of it. I knew baby hair loss was normal and I had experienced it with my first two children. Her hair eventually started growing back in. But when it all fell out a second time, my husband and I started to suspect there might be something more going on.

A few trips to the doctor and one biopsy later, the term “alopecia” would become part of our vocabulary. We were told our little girl’s immune system was attacking her  hair follicles causing her hair to fall out. Not only that, but she had a rare type that affected her whole body and gave her only a 10% chance of ever growing hair.

Immediately, concerns of having my little girl grow up bald began to emerge. Would she grow up feeling different? How would the kids at school react to her?  Would she resent having to live with a disorder? How would she feel when she saw her sisters fixing their hair and she didn’t have any hair to fix? 

When it comes to challenges in life, I tend to have a flight response. I want to run away. I don’t like to deal with issues. I much rather prefer to keep moving along pretending like everything’s okay, even when they’re not. So that’s what I did. Or, at least, that’s what I tried to do.

In the beginningI didn’t really know how to pray. The mix of shock that a disorder was now part of my child’s life kept me from finding the right words. Thankfully, we had dear friends and family who surrounded us in prayer. Their prayers carried me through those first few weeks of confusion.

I eventually arrived at a place where I believed I had peace with my daughter’s diagnosis. Then, one Sunday morning, I heard a sermon on prayer. I was reminded of the need for gut-level honesty when talking to God. What I didn’t realize, at the time, was that my prayer life lacked a certain level of honesty.

Some time later, I found myself at a conference. The speaker opened by talking about the power of fervent prayer. She addressed different areas of life and encouraged us to raise our hand if we needed prayer in that area. Then, she lead the audience in praying fervently over one another’s needs. When it came time to pray for health, I knew I was going to raise my hand on behalf of my baby girl. It was in that moment that God pierced my heart with this truth, …“You haven’t even asked me to heal her.”

These words cut right to my heart. He was right. I hadn’t asked Him. I had prayed that He would equip my daughter to carry this load. I had asked for His hand and protection on her life. I had asked for strength. But I had never once felt comfortable enough to ask Him to heal her.

That revelation was devestating to me because it made known the condition of our relationship. It revealed my fear to approach Him with such a big request. It exposed my mistrust in Him. It uncovered the insecurity of my self-worth.

I hadn’t asked because I was afraid of how He might or might not respond. I realized in that moment that I harbored doubt towards God. I claimed to trust Him, but our relationship was undermined by the lie that every once in awhile I still need to take care of myself. I still faultily believed that sometimes I just need to depend on myself to muster up enough strength to keep moving along acting like everything is okay. This lie kept me from, honestly, going to God with my fears.

That was the beginning of a deeper, more honest prayer relationship with my heavenly Father. I’m still near the beginning of this journey and I don’t know what lies ahead for my daughter, but I do know that I can trust God completely with her. I know that He loves and cares for her and that He is in control.

I know that I don’t need to be afraid to be honest with Him.

And I know that during the trials of life, God is still good.

We know how much God loves us, and we have put our trust in his love. God is love, and all who live in love live in God, and God lives in them.

1 John 4:16


What is the level of honesty in your conversations with God? Would you describe it as gut-level honesty?

What is going on in your life, right now, and how do you feel about it? Have you shared that with Him?

Have you gotten stuck in a prayer rut where you feel like you’re praying the same prayers over and over? Our prayers shouldn’t be characterized by rote memorization. Instead, slow down and sit in His presence. He cares about you and wants to hear from you. He doesn’t want your lip service. He wants your heart. He wants you to be honest with Him.

“You do not have, because you do not ask God. When you ask, you do not receive, because you ask with wrong motives, that you may spend what you get on your pleasures.”   

James 4: 2-3


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Everyday Choices

Sadness crept in and weighed heavy on my heart while I listened to my friend’s story. A couple left their 3-month-old baby in the care of a friend so they could go out to dinner. While they were out, they got a phone call from the sitter who said she had dropped the baby. The parents rushed to the hospital where they were met by a doctor who informed them that their baby had suffered a severe skull fracture big enough it should’ve killed him. The doctor made it clear that a fracture so severe could not have been caused by a drop.

My mind swirled with unanswered questions. “What would cause a person to react so severely?”…”How could someone harm an innocent baby?”…

My friend’s next words sunk deep within me…,

Every day we make a choice not to lose it.”

These words give gravity to the choices we face everyday. Choices that are so common and frequent that we don’t even realize we make them. If we’re honest, some of us might realize that we’ve unintentionally relinquished our power to choose how we respond to life. In our powerlessness, we have become subject to subconscious emotional reactions or, even worse, slaves to emotional numbness.

Every day we make choices.


to ignore or to listen,

to dismiss or to engage,

to criticize or to affirm,

to manipulate or to respect,

to hurt or to heal,

to hoard or to give,

to complain or to thank,

to fear or to trust,

to harm or to protect.

Everyday our choices have the potential to significantly impact the lives of those around us. Our choices either show God’s love or they don’t.

It’s our responsibility to stop thoughtlessly reacting and, instead, start intentionally choosing to pursue love, joy, peace, forgiveness, and grace. We must take back the power to choose. We must choose a new way.

“Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, ‘This is the way; walk in it.'”

Isaiah 30:21

Reflect on this…

None of us gets it right all the time. Only one man did – Jesus. But what do the majority of your words and actions towards others reflect? Worry? Bitterness? Pride? God’s Love?

Is there a particular situation or person in your life where you struggle to reflect God’s love? Ask God to help you see the person through His eyes. Ask Him to help you love the person the way that He loves the person. Before every encounter pray to be a reflection of His love.

“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.”

1 Corinthians 13: 4-7



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Come To Me

Jesus says, “Come to me all who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest…”

We all go somewhere when we feel weary…when the burdens of life get heavy.

Where do you go?  to the TV…to bed…to a drink…to the fridge…to the office…

So many things beckon our attention and give us the illusion of offering rest.

Binging on TV for hours numbs our brain and temporarily distracts us from the mundaneness of life.  Crawling in bed and hiding under the covers gives us the illusion of hiding from stress. Getting lost in a drink deceives us into thinking that our troubles are melting away. Stuffing our face when we’re not hungry deludes us into feeling comforted. Distracting ourselves with work fools us into falsely escaping from our responsibilities.

But, Jesus says “Come to me all who are weary and burdened…”

So, why don’t more of us go to Him, when we’re weary?

Is it possible that if we go to Him, first, we might not seek second-rate comforts?

Sometimes, at the end of the day after the kids have gone to bed, I’ll reach for my Bible and journal before reaching for the remote. {I don’t do this all the time. I mean I am human.} But after I do, certain things of this world suddenly become less appealing.

Something happens to us when in our weariness we, first, seek Jesus. Our minds get renewed. Our hearts get purified. Our spirit gets strengthened.

Never have I finished a TV binge session and thought, “Wow, I feel so renewed.” I usually feel just as tired and bored as I did before I started.

Nothing else can offer true rest. They only offer a temporary distraction from our weariness.

But Jesus,…He promises rest for your soul (Matthew 11: 29).

Soul-level rest, not just physical rest. Rest that has the power to quench dry bones, revive shriveled hearts, and lift heavy spirits.

Jesus says, “…learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart”

He wants to teach us.

Are we ready to learn?



Where do you tend to go for rest? Do you long to experience a soul-level kind of rest? Spend some time with Jesus. This may mean pouring your heart out to Him or this may mean sitting in silence while you listen. This may mean meditating on scripture or it may mean journaling your thoughts as you reflect on a verse. It doesn’t have to look a certain way.

Ask Him to help you be intentional about going to Him, first, when you are feeling weary and burdened?


“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.

Take my yoke upon you and learn from me,

for I am gentle and humble in heart,

and you will find rest for your souls.

For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”

Matthew 11:28-30


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