I'm tired. Life is coming at me hard and fast these days. I'm heading to bed soon...but there is a post in me somewhere that needs to be let free.
My nephew Josh is serving on a mission team in Calcutta, India. He has been there since August and he has six more weeks to go before he comes home. His mom is already planning the welcome home party. He is a remarkable young man and I am so proud of the work he is doing there...working with dying hospice patients...making their last days a little more bearable. He posted yesterday that he is sick and weary...and homesick.
I received an email yesterday from a woman who works with a non-profit Christian group in northern Mississippi. She told about a couple that came in for help. They just moved to that area a few months ago from Tennessee for a job. Before the husband could get health insurance, he was diagnosed with prostate cancer and he is having seizures from the medicine he must take. They have three small children and a fourth one due in December. The woman told how sweet and appreciative they were about everything she shared with them. She said that they cried as they told her that things are so hard for them right now, but they are believing that God will take care of them...somehow.
Life comes hard and fast to most people...at one time or another. My comment to my nephew's blog was to tell him to crawl up in our Father's lap and let Him love on him for a while. That is good advice for all of us.
Jesus said, "Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest." (Matt. 11:28)
Guess what? The invitation is still open.
Rest in Him.