Gettin' some REST

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. 

Thank you Jesus… I love you too.