I wasn't prepared for this. When I look for quiet there is noise. I am bombarded by everything loud and offensive, my head is banging around it seems with the noise of the world I have entered. I know it is not about my comfort, I didn't come here to be comfortable. It is about learning to love, but I am overwhelmed and weary from the effort. I need a place of rest.
It is in the Rock that I can find my rest. I am ready to weep at the words of comfort that I have found.
Read Psalm 62, you who seek rest, you who seek refuge from the attack.
"Find rest, O my soul, in God alone;
my hope comes from him.
He alone is my rock and my salvation;
he is my fortress, I will not be shaken.
My salvation and my honor depend on God;
Trust in him at all times, O people;
pour out your hearts to him,
for God is our refuge." (Ps. 62:5-8)
And when I remember to turn my eyes to my Rock for the rest that I need, I find myselfable to say once more, "It is well, it is well with my soul."
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