You think this storm has been raging way too long, yes?
There have been days when you believed, ” …this will be the end of me.” You looked at your depleted strength, your absent support, your meager resources, and you thought, “I can’t go on like this.”
And still the storms kept coming; kept beating down on you. And, oh how you wanted to just quit and walk away. But, you couldn’t. The storm wouldn’t let you. And, in your soul, where only we two can go, you would turn to the storm, and shake your fist, and curse…
(Yes, I know.)
Weariness does strange things.
Can I tell you something?
I do not condemn you.
(You thought surely I would, yes?)
No, child. I love you, much too much, to pay attention to the tantrums weariness brings.
You yourself know, that a tired child, who is acting up, needs rest.
Are you a better parent than I?
You need rest child.
Lay down some of that frenetic activity of yours. Choose the things that bring restoration. These storms will not go on forever.
Meanwhile, you listen to your Abba—rest!
You cannot find release from your fears in all this restless activity.
I have your release.
Bring all to Me.
“Soon, soon you slaves shall be released; dungeon, starvation and death are not your fate.” Isaiah 51:14