These past few days have been a bit of a rough patch. And to even say that/type that aloud so that the whole Internet world can see is scary, but also maybe a little bit necessary. The world could use a little more honesty.
I don't know about you, but my default whenever life gets rough is to withdraw a little more, to self-protect. Which, in retrospect, is probably not the best thing to do since the very one I need to protect myself from is none other than - you guessed it - myself. The myriad of self-spoken lies are too believable without someone to intervene and point you to truth that can combat the poisonous hold of a lie you chose to believe about yourself and your self-worth. Depression is no joke, especially I think, when it comes to us women.
I had recently attended a service at my church this past Sunday that spoke into this very issue. I can't speak for everyone else, but for me, I find it's never a coincidence when a message ties so specifically and so scarily into detail the exact thing I am struggling with. It's annoying and liberating all the same. I like to think that God sat me down and had a good heart to heart talk with me, complete with a tissue for the tears and a cup of mint-chip ice cream he knew I would need. Hard to hear, but comforting all the same.
In exchange for my burden, He gives me rest. And the best part? Unlike even the best department store shoe sales, the best of Black Friday sales, the best clearance racks during the winter time, the trade doesn't cost me anything - only my willingness to give the burden away and instead receive an unconditional rest and grace.
Matthew 11:28 " Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light."
I hope this message encourages you today the way it encouraged me.
Happy Tuesday!
I don't know about you, but my default whenever life gets rough is to withdraw a little more, to self-protect. Which, in retrospect, is probably not the best thing to do since the very one I need to protect myself from is none other than - you guessed it - myself. The myriad of self-spoken lies are too believable without someone to intervene and point you to truth that can combat the poisonous hold of a lie you chose to believe about yourself and your self-worth. Depression is no joke, especially I think, when it comes to us women.
I had recently attended a service at my church this past Sunday that spoke into this very issue. I can't speak for everyone else, but for me, I find it's never a coincidence when a message ties so specifically and so scarily into detail the exact thing I am struggling with. It's annoying and liberating all the same. I like to think that God sat me down and had a good heart to heart talk with me, complete with a tissue for the tears and a cup of mint-chip ice cream he knew I would need. Hard to hear, but comforting all the same.
In exchange for my burden, He gives me rest. And the best part? Unlike even the best department store shoe sales, the best of Black Friday sales, the best clearance racks during the winter time, the trade doesn't cost me anything - only my willingness to give the burden away and instead receive an unconditional rest and grace.
Matthew 11:28 " Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light."
I hope this message encourages you today the way it encouraged me.