It’s the quiet after the storm, and I’m in a good place in my life. Calm waters all around and blue skies up ahead. At the invitation of my Father, I have found my rhythm in my maker and I am learning to rest in Him. In secular terms, we would say ‘Ms. Grey is getting her groove back’. And it would be true, I am getting my groove back. I am resting well in my Father’s bosom, quietly watching the world go by, as a child nestled, nuzzling on his mother’s breast. My heart is quiet and I want for nothing. Had someone told me that the desperation I felt a mere few moons ago would end, I would not have believed them, but glory be to God as He has rescued me from the fowler’s snare (Psalm 124:7) and awakened my heart with gladness (Psalm 4:7).
While catching up with my dearest friend, Vanessa, I mentioned how at peace I’m feeling, and she affirmed that as Christians, that is how we are supposed to feel. As I pondered this, I realized that for the first time ever, I’m not in-between anything. I’m not waiting for anything. Everything is perfect and peaceful. I want for nothing. I came to this realization while playing a playlist I’ve had for a while on songs regarding waiting on the Lord -I couldn’t relate very well anymore when slowly I realized it was because I was no longer in a holding pattern with my Father!! I have finally put my hand in His and entered His rest! Unspeakable joy! For as long as I can remember, I’ve always been waiting for something; waiting to get married, waiting for conception, waiting to relocate, waiting to graduate, waiting to get the job, waiting for the promotion, waiting to get remarried, waiting to relocate again, waiting for conception again, waiting for reconciliation, waiting for restoration, waiting, waiting, waiting, always waiting for something…
I’ve been anxious my whole life, my mind racing frantically and erratically from here to there in nanoseconds, yet completely incapable of pinpointing whatever drivel consumes it. Yet we are promised in Isaiah 26:3 that my Father will keep in perfect peace he whose mind is stayed on Him. Oh how wonderful the promises of my Father are, how true and trustworthy. As I learn to continually meditate upon God’s promises, my mind quietens. I’m holding steady to my Father’s truth and my heart is steadfast in His promises over my life. Any surges that I experience in emotions are when He quickens my heart to a promise, a revelation, new perspectives. My heart sings for joy all the time for the love of my Father. Psalm 30:11 says that my Father turns my mourning to dancing, switching out my spirit of heaviness -clinically referred to as depression- for His garment of praise (Isaiah 61:3).
And suddenly here I am, waiting no more. As my Father sits enthroned in my life, all striving seems to have ceased as my heart rests in Him, my life hidden in His. I recall the verse in the bible where my Father tells us about how He feeds the birds of the air, and asks why we would then worry knowing this, as if the birds’ lives could be counted more precious than ours, admonishing that who among us by worrying ever increased a day in their life by worrying! (Matthew 6:26-34). If my Father could have his way with us, He’d rather we never worry. Cast your cares and anxiety unto Him for He cares for you (1 Peter 12:25). He always holds out an invitation for us to rest in Him. Come to me all who labor and are heavy laden and I will give you rest, for my yoke is easy and my burden is light (Matthew 11:28-30)
The promise of entering God’s rest still stand (Hebrews 4:1). My Father is looking for people who will receive His love, rest in His love, which is really an issue of trust -do I trust in my sowing, or my Father’s supernatural ability to bring a harvest in? For the truth is that, when we abide, fruitfulness just happens. Peace prevails. ‘Peace be still’ (Mark 4:39). ‘Be still and know I am God’ (Psalm 46:10). Christ was connected to His Father, that’s how come He could sleep through the storm as the disciples became panic-stricken. In truth, we only have authority over the storm that we are able to rest in. Our rest is found in the love of the Father, so if we find a revelation of His love for us and stay connected to our Father, we enter into His rest.
I love how the MSG translation phrases Matthew 11:28-30: ‘Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out? Come to me. Get away with me and you’ll recover your life. I’ll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won’t lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with me and you’ll learn to live freely and lightly.’ Unforced rhythms of grace… Achieving a rhythm of rest requires that we abide in my Father’s love as instructed in John 15. I’m tempted to ask, is it the calm after the storm or the calm before the storm? Entering a new phase in life requires some pruning, a rather painful process. Now more than ever, I need to rest in my Father’s love and abide in His love. As I sense the pruning season approaching, it’s imperative that I fellowship with my Father in the rhythm of rest to shore up strength for the journey up ahead. Selah