Ahh…rest….sweet Friday night. The last day of the week without Matthew home with me. The last day in which it is all me for hours on end, day after day {minus the few hours in the evening that he and the kids are all awake at the same time…or Oma stops in for a visit}.

Tomorrow won’t be much different than today, but there is rest in knowing that I don’t have to go-it-alone another day. Because, isn’t that the hardest thing? Going it alone day after day.

 

But we don’t have to.

We never have to. All we have to do is ask, ask Him who is the provider of all rest, true rest, to do this life with us.

 But, how often we don’t. Ask that is.

It feels like weakness to say we can’t live this life, do this life on our own. That we need someone, something to help us get through not only the days, but some times the minutes even seconds. To provide us with those fresh breaths of rest. Rest not only for our bodies and minds, but for our very souls.

But it isn’t weakness.

We weren’t meant to do this life alone. We were meant to do this life WITH God, with others at our sides. We are meant to take rest, as often as we need it, in Him, in His word. I know for myself, I don’t take the rest that is offered so freely to me. But, oh, how I need it.