No alarm had rung yet, but I woke anyway.
Woke… but didn’t move.
I had no interest in moving.
In fact, it would have been physically difficult.
The weight of my body on the mattress caught my attention. It was that… odd. I happened to be on my
back with my arms at my side… and I felt as though I had sunk down several
inches. I was keenly aware of the
mattress hugging every inch of my body.
The affect was soothing, relaxing… comforting. At that moment, I honestly thought to myself
“this must be what it feels like to TRULY rest in the arms of Jesus”. I smiled once again at the nudge.
Same mattress. Different
posture. It was a posture of
surrender. Surrender of muscles. Surrender of breathing. Surrender to a natural position. Silly as it may sound - my body had
surrendered to the mattress. And I
didn’t want to move. Ever.
I lay there awhile enjoying the feeling AND… the thought.
I wondered how often (if ever) I’ve truly rested to
that extent in the arms of Jesus.
How often have I assumed a posture of total surrender and simply rested
in Him. There was comfort in that
thought. And peace. Peace in His promise: “I will give you rest”.
After a bit, my day
was calling and I knew I had to get up and get moving. Life.
It’s always there waiting, isn’t it.
While the mattress hug had ended… the feeling I had about resting in
Christ didn’t. I'm thankful for the reminder that He promises me
rest when I surrender ALL to Him. NOT
the elimination of life’s burdens. But
rest IN them. By resting in HIM.
There’s Beauty in that promise of Rest.
And there’s Rest in the Promise.