“Come to Me,” the Lord whispered to my weary spirit. “Come to Me and I will give you rest.”

Hot tears streamed down my cheeks. I resisted His love – His answer to my prayers.

“I don’t want to come to You,” I answered with sarcasm. “I want You to move this mountain. I want You to change our circumstances. I want You to show Yourself strong as My Deliverer.”

Yep. I really said that. I was angry and extremely disrespectful. Even as those spiteful words escaped my lips I realized that my attitude was the greatest mountain staring me in the face. But.

But the Lord was longsuffering. “Come to Me, Nan, and I will give you rest.”

I resisted again, but this time my rebellion was clothed in a great sob of release. The dam of emotions exploded. Torrents of despair escaped my lips until there was nothing left but silence.

Somber. Quiet. Empty.

“Come to Me,” He said.

“I’m coming, Lord. Please hold me. Comfort me. Hide me from the assault of the enemy. Open my eyes to see You. Father, fill me with Your peace and take away these fearful thoughts. I’m so tired Lord. The battle has been so long…”

“Hush, little one. Shhhh…..just rest. Let it go. I AM with you.”

The psalmist wrote, “But I will hope continually, and will praise You yet more and more. My mouth shall tell of Your righteousness and Your salvation all the day, for I do not know their limits. I will go in the strength of the Lord God.”~ Psalm 71:14-16

My strength is gone. Used up. Zapped. But that’s right where I need to be, for now I can go in the strength of the Lord God. His strength. His hope. His peace. His plan. And not my own.

When I want to throw up or give up, I will hasten to His throne. I will curl up beneath the shadow of His wing and rest. I will rest and be filled up with His love so I may continue to sing His praises and tell of His Salvation.

“Lord, I want to honor You in all things. Cause me to run to You as soon as I hear Your voice calling. I want my response to Your voice to be as natural as the air I  breathe.  You are my strength. You are my hope. You are my joy.”

Blessed be the Name of the Lord!

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