This month I'm writing a new post each day about my own version of Jen Hatmaker's 7 experiment. For more posts and an introduction, head here. Today's 7 topic is stress.
Also, it's Five Minute Friday! Bloggers internet wide gather to write for five minutes (no stopping, no editing) on a prompt provided by sweet Kate, then link up and share a little comment love. For more posts, more info, and/or to join in, head here!
This week has been all about stress - not about being stressed, but how to battle against it. The war has actually been going pretty well, which is very encouraging, and I've had some interesting revelations over the past few days.
Post-baby, rest has been a hard thing to come by. For the past 16 months, one of us (usually me) has been on High Alert at all times, either actively watching an active and demanding Little Person or waiting, nerves alight, for her to wake up. Come January, she will be joined by a sibling (please, God, let this baby be a snuggler!) and that doesn't sound like a recipe for increased rest to me. But I never really tried to find rest - I just assumed that it was impossible, sighed, and moved wearily on.
Stress levels spiked, entitlement reared its ugly head, and tempers flared. I lived a cycle of outbursts and apologies, awash with tears of frustration and of repentance. I whined in God's direction, wondering why it seemed so hard, but never waited for Him to reply.
But with the extra praying, reading, journaling, and just-being that I've been doing this week, a realization slowly began to filter through the fog I've been engulfed in: if I would dare to trust that God would provide me with what I need, then He would provide it. And He did. With no massive effort or exhausting planning on my part, He gave me a day of rest. It didn't look like I thought a day of rest would look like, and at first I didn't even want it, but it came exactly when it needed to and exactly how it needed to.
Dare to pause - to be still - dare to set aside the lists and the busyness that boss our lives - dare to speak to a God who listens - to listen to a God who speaks --- dare to believe His promises, to come to Him, weary and heavy-laden, and empty your hands to receive His rest.