By Contributing Writer, Kelly Crawford
I sit in the early morning hour, the quietness rare, as all my children still sleep.
“Lord, meet me here.” I pray. It feels easy to rest just now.
But ours is a busy, bustling household. With nine children, there aren’t many quiet moments in the day.
And yet, He calls us to rest.
“Come unto Me, all you who are weary and heavy laden, and I will give you rest.”
But you can’t miss the “how”…“COME unto Me.”
How many times do I stop, when the frustrations flare, when the temptations rise–how many times do I retreat, if only for a moment, and kneel on the floor, and “come to Him”?
How often do I gather my children and bring them to the throne when we are facing challenges, instead of letting my emotions rule the moment?
He beckons us to rest. But there is no rest apart from Him. We must come. Often, boldly, and believing rest–Living Water–is waiting for our souls.
I am challenged anew to refuse to let life crowd out the “coming to Him”. I want to be a woman of steadfast spirit, with a serenity that only comes from the Prince of peace.
He says I must come.