Let Me be rest

While I was on my personal retreat last weekend, I wrote this jot. It was early Friday afternoon when I wrote this, feeling tired, weak, and like I had noting left to give. Its not that I was doing things on my own without God as much as I was trying to take on more than I could handle based on circumstances and my day was full of movement and noise. 

All, come--I call

You are tired and weary I see

So I call

Come

Let Me be rest

My love be your bed

Come, you are weak

In the night I am light

In the life I am still here

Keep coming

Run even

You are empty

I want to fill you

Overflow to pour

Our hearts to connect,

Hands to touch,

My affection be on you

You remain still

Let Me move now

Rest child

Stop

Rest and be still

Do you know who I am? 

Does your heart? 

I call for you to come and be still

And you say balance 

I say priority

Its no contradiction sweet child

Its love

Its rest

Its Me calling

Come to Abba.

The retreat was incredible. That was the cry and reaction of my heart. I did find rest. I'm still finding rest.