Paper Altars

This is the one word God has been speaking to me for quite some time. Only recently have a begun to listen.

REST.

But God, you tell us to do. You tell us to go. You tell us the harvest is plenty and the workers are few. God, there is so much to be done.

REST.

I go. I do. I teach. I lead. I get tired. I still go. I fail. I fade. I worry I’m not good enough. I worry I’m not performing well enough.

REST.

But God, there is still so much work to do. I’m tired and drained and I might have lost sight of you, but I have to go. As long as I move, I don’t have to think about how I’m failing you.

REST.

“My child, you’re quiet. You’ve finally sat still and silent. My voice is gentle but my words for you are vibrant.”

REST.

“Know that I am God. Know that I love you and your works without me do not impress me.

Know that your doing doesn’t give you your worth. My violent, daring, beautiful act of sacrificial love gives you your second birth.”

“So daughter, I invite you to rest. I invite you to sit in wonder at all the creation around you. I invite you to be overwhelmed by the love I have for you. I invite you to be free in my son’s name. I invite you to go, but to rest just the same.”