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I Look To You

I haven’t had a down in the dumps, gloomy, sad type of day in awhile but today, I had a moment after “the moment.” I went to bed last night with a specific master plan to execute this morning but it didn’t happen. I was still tired from running from place to place. I needed a day of stillness. 

They say, “When your soul is tired, no amount of physical rest will sustain you.” Was my soul really tired? I’d taken plenty moments of rest, but what was I missing? The cold, rainy day provided the perfect opportunity for some much needed meditation & reflection.

Maybe, I was busy trying to overhaul my life overnight by placing impractical demands on myself. Unrealistic goals can be a premature death sentence, causing unnecessary stress & physical ailments. Neither were on my future agenda. I still felt like something was missing! I was starring at the promises but they felt so far away. I needed God to give me some immediate revelation. Surely, I was moving in the right direction. My motives were pure. My heart was in the right place. What else was there?

I spent some quiet time alone to fine tune my vision & position myself to hear from God clearly. I didn’t stress over upcoming responsibilities, weight loss goals, or meal prepping for the week. I just sat still & put life on the back burner. In fact later on, I realized my mood had shifted & I was now enjoying the moment. I slept so long, I woke up with a headache. It was a refreshing sleep. Something I’d been missing. 

I remembered reading last week, “In my weakness, his strength is made perfect.” He provided this moment as a simple reminder to lean in to him. For me to fully understand, that this is not my process. No matter how goal-driven I maybe, he is still in control. I look to him during my time of need & he delivers. He sets me free every time. 

I didn’t need to call anyone to vent. I didn’t need to lay around, sulking without reason.  I didn’t need a pint of ice cream for a pity party. I just needed to be still.

Enjoy your moments of rest. Lean into his presence. Experience his peace. Bask in his serenity. Feel his calmness. Summon his strength. Call out to him in your time of need. Reconcile your faith.


Let go & let God.

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