Learn to rest

There comes a time in every mom‘s life when her kids don’t need her to tend to their physical needs anymore. They don’t need her the same way they did when she held them in her lap.

A time comes when circumstances are such that you don’t have control.

You’re not the planner.
You’re not the maker.
You’re not the organizer.
Or the one doing the serving
or the leading.

There comes a time when you just have to rest. You have to take a walk and trust that God, who you cannot see, is working the circumstance- leading, doing.

You have to sabbath. Rest. Cease working. Cease striving. Cease planning. Cease trying to make things better.

Motherhood is teaching me about sabbath.
Covid-19 is teaching me about sabbath.
Saturday in Holy Week is teaching me about sabbath.

Resting is not what I want to do. Especially when fearful and hard circumstances come.

When the choices are not yours to make anymore.
When your son lies behind a stone and the church doors are closed.
When you can’t hold the one you love and or tend to his needs.

Your weary body and mind finally collapse, and you rest.

There you realize, God has been trying to lay you down in this green pasture so you can watch him rise like the sun over the stone cold earth.

“The women who had come with him from Galilee followed and saw the tomb and how his body was laid.
Then they returned and prepared spices and ointments.
On the Sabbath they rested according to the commandment.”
‭‭Luke‬ ‭23:55-56‬