Wednesday 16 November 2011

rest

Whenever I even think about blogging, my words shrivel up and die an immediate death. My brain is working on overdrive and can't slow down enough to process and digest. Time to process and digest I think. While tings (yes, I did just write tings and I'm actually tired enough that I can't be bothered to correct it) around here have been rather quiet lately, life has been anything but. Sometimes I feel the need to pause everything and just stop for five minuets.  When did my life take on the desperate need for balance like so many others out there in the world? Note to self: Welcome to the life of a working adult with commitments and adult responsibilities!

Yet in the midst of the whirlwind, where it's so easy to get carried away, I need to keep focused. Keep my eyes on Jesus. Keep on fighting. Keep on walking. Keep on keeping on. Life doesn't stop. And I'm beginning to realise more and more how important it is to rest. Not just the kind of rest that means stopping what I'm doing but resting in Jesus. Pursue rest as actively as the commitments that fill my time. I've discovered that if I don't, I just don't rest at all which means that I can't handle the things that are on the daily to-do list and therefore take on the air of a slightly crazed woman who is paranoid 24/7. Remember to keep Jesus in the centre. Because even though everything is so busy it's crazy...

[God] is in the midst of the whirlwind and the storm,
and the clouds are the dust of his feet.
Nahum 1:3

Take some time to sit at His feet. Find rest for your soul. (Jer 6:16, Matt 11:29)

Wednesday 2 November 2011

the daisy

I want to be a daisy
unassuming, humble,
Willing to share my joyful face
wherever I am found.

In a prairie of grass
Unseen,
And alone,
I will tilt my face toward the Son.

Bordered by peonies showy dresses
or the scandalous red of poppies
I'll not be intimidated.

I won't droop in the rain.

I will stand tall
and outlast them all.

I will pretend nothing

I will smile.

And be content to be me:                                                
A bloom,
A delight to my Maker.

I want to be a daisy.
Washed pure white
With a heart of gold.


Written by Kristina from A Joy Walk
Used with permission