Wednesday, 21 August 2013

A letter to put in your pocket

'Come to me, all you who wearied and burdened, and I will give you rest.'

Rest, that laughable word coveted by Mothers around the globe. The thought of closing your matchstick propped eyes and easing into blissful slumber,  no worries about defrosting meat, no lists about all the chores that need doing, no panicked googling about that mysterious rash on your 18 month olds chest. Just peace. A blank mind. Rest.

I'm still searching for the elusive state, where there's actual silence and no ticking in my mind. Where the vacuum, parked up in the hallway, is not calling me. Where the disney channel is silenced and the dog doesn't need a walk. Life gets in the way of our sleep time but we need the rest to do the living. It's difficult. So very difficult.

My task is to carve out those little snippets of time, where deep baths are acceptable and my skin is allowed to prune. When my phone can be switched off, completely off, and I can unload my worries to Him, heave the anxiety off my shoulders and place it firmly in His hands. For really, what option have I got?

So Lord, please give me rest. Cos God knows I need it.

Linking up with Ruth Povey and Letters To.


  1. Amen to that! :) I know just how you feel, I miss the days of soaking in the bath until I wrinkle, of getting into bed without the inner 'to do' list playing over and over.
    Rest up my dear, you have life growing in you! - it's the best excuse! :) x

  2. I find it amazing how difficult it is to feel we have permission to rest. A friend of mine encouraged me last week to do just that and I was overwhelmed with a sense that I could not rest since I hadn't earned it. Yet, you are so right. Carving out time to throw ourselves on him... it's so very important. You've given me words to think on heading into a new week. Blessings, Meg.

  3. Hi Meg,

    Thank you for sharing your letter with us. I pray that you will receive the rest you need, may you be covered by our Lord's unfailing love, as He leads you beside still waters and green pastures. :)

  4. Oh, yes. I know this one. I remember the days when permission to go to the bathroom in private was hard to find, let alone wallow in the bath with a book...
    Someone once told me that I need to learn to find the elusive stillness I long for in my head when I'm standing at the sink, or walking the bedroom floor with a baby on my shoulder. I'm not sure I ever really managed it, but I sometimes find that saying, 'Be still, and know that I am God' in my head even in the middle of tantrums and fights and school runs helps my soul find a snatched moment of rest.