When my son was an infant needing calming, I’d cradle him close and gently tap a steady rhythm on his tiny back. Paired with a repeated whispered “shush” it was said to mimic the sounds of the womb and a mother’s heartbeat, lulling my sweet one back to rest.
I can hear the Lord’s “shush” whispered over me today.
There are voices that visit me often and shout “do more.” They come in the margin moments and urge me to fill them up. Infiltrating long sought after silence, they’ll say “what a waste.” They weigh heavy taunting me that bigger is better and small is too insignificant. It’s a nagging that says that rest ought to be deserved, and I haven’t earned it.
I could blame my Type A personality, those ducks that are forever wanting to be in a row. But the truth is, this is a lesson God has been teaching me for some time, and I keep forgetting what I’ve learned. And the enemy knows it; He targets this weakness every. single. time.
“Still” is not an accusation, but an invitation. (Tweet that)
God spoke those words over me a year ago and this morning, they arrive once more paired with His sweet “shush.” God reminds me to lay down the have to, forget the should do, let the clothes in the dryer tumble one more time, and ignore the comments on my Facebook page.
He invites us in—to rest, to grace, to silence.
He whispers that in His presence there are no expectations.
He promises broad space and urges us to linger there.
We don’t have to ask permission to enter in. There are no prerequisites. Our access to this holy ground isn’t based on the size of our platform or the tally of our reach. No one is marking our accomplishments or measuring our size. The dishes don’t have to be washed, and the beds don’t have to be made. You can even come with a messy bun and fuzzy slippers.
God’s gates are swung wide and etched with His welcome.
If you have nagging threats looming over you today—if empty spaces and unmarked time feel like an indulgence—won’t you lean in and listen for that sacred “shush?” Why not speak your own over the rush and restlessness that is pushing you to run right passed Him. Why not silence those lies and lay down that condemnation.
Can I speak this to you today: It’s okay to rest. Really, it’s okay.
I’m penning these words in my pajamas, and I plan to stay in them. There will likely be cups of tea, squares of dark chocolate, and lingered moments in my favorite corner of the couch. I’ll spend time with my people, and I’ll listen with both ears. Nothing particularly holy about these choices, but they are wholly freeing.
I won’t feel guilty for not filling up the moments, and I won’t drive myself to accomplish more to feel worthy. And when “still” starts to accuse me, I’ll instead cling to His invitation, and friend, I hope you will too. ♥
“Then Jesus said, ‘Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens,
and I will give you rest.'” Matthew 11:28 NLT
You can also find these words linked up at my favorite spots: Holly Barrett (#testimonytuesday), Jennifer Dukes Lee (#tellhisstory), Holley Gerth (#coffeeforyourheart), and Kristin Hill Taylor (#threewordwednesday).