Come...Just Come...

Life’s been crazy this week. But then that’s nothing new. Trying to make tough deadlines, dealing with family stuff, appointments, realizing that next week is Thanksgiving, preparing for a couple of trips…and then I get an “urgent” email telling me to get over to a radio station to record some spots which I agreed to a couple of months ago. Of course, this means I have to write these 200 word spots about my “favorite scriptures,” which shouldn’t take long, but seems to take forever, and then I’m trying to get myself together, grumping at my husband for no good reason, and then hopping in my car, where I mess up directions to the radio station (which seems to be hidden on a back-street) and finally arrive there in a state of frustration.

So, there I am sitting in this stuffy recording studio, reading my “spots” while this guy who barely speaks, is watching me from another room, and I wonder why am I doing this??? Then I come to the last spot, and the scripture, of course, is the one where Jesus says, “Come to me…and I will give you rest…” And, okay, it hits me—why am I not doing this?

So, on my way home, I do come to Jesus, I do allow him to give me rest, and then I take time to breathe and to relax and to enjoy the mountain views. And by the time I get home, I am amazingly refreshed. Then I apologize to my husband, go back to my office, and return to work.

How about you? What do you do when life is pressing in, stress is piling up, and you are feeling overwhelmed?

Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden,
and I will give you rest.
Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart,
and you will find rest for your souls.
For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.
(Matthew 11:28-30 ESV)