Sometimes I find that there is so much swirling around me- so many responsibilities, questions, concerns- that I can’t possibly take time to be still. It’s maybe in part because if I sit, the weight of all the world I’ve been juggling has time to process. I need to cry. But right now I have to be strong for my family, for those in the office who depend on me, for my extended family coming on vacation next week with me (if I get to go). So I will get a little weepy but I will keep going.

I’m learning to breathe. It’s a moment of rest, breathing in His love and sovereignty in a moment. I don’t have time to cry right now. I will, but right now I’m battling for my child’s health. So His (Jesus) rest will be my rest. His (God, the Father’s) joy, my strength. And I will cry later.

(Please note that this was written a while ago. My children are currently well. Thanks be to God.)