Sometimes He wakes me to woo me.
Into scripture. Into writing. Into time talking with Him “while the dew is still on the roses”.
But other days He simply woos me to rest.
He lets me stay lulled in a rare and precious sleep because God knows the paramount importance of a people well sabbathed.
Creativity, innovation, healing, wholeness – they all sprout while taking a moments reprieve, while playing, while pondering, while unconstrained by deadlines and time.
I know we’d all love a little more of this. I know some of us consider rest, weakness. I know it isn’t afforded to us often. So, we have to be very purposed in practicing a regular halt, no matter how inconvenient or unproductive it seems.
I’m lavishly smack in the middle of one now.
A few mornings ago, I had several options on what to participate in and I sensed the Lord urging me to a simple morning of quiet sleep. It’s rare that I get to, and rare that I embraced it, and I’m glad and grateful that God knew I needed the invitation. It made such a difference in my last few days on fall break here.
During this time away from home, I have thought about home.
In particular, “dwelling places“.
Psalm 91:9 speaks of this. It strikes me that yes, we get to make God our home, our place of rest and safety, our place of refuge from the elements.
But what strikes me even more is that He makes His home in us. We have made Him our dwelling place, but He has made us His!
What!?
Does this astound anyone else?
Out the window of my hotel room, I can see a shoreline city all laid out in a flat gridded path. Just in the distance I can make out a boat harbor. I have this weird thing for sailboats and I can see several of them lined up in the wharf there. It makes me excited to think that we’re all a type of permanent dock really.
We harbor the holy. God’s Spirit lives in us, goes out from us, and comes to fill us again and again.
We’re His temples and it both shocks and inspires me.
We live in Him and He lives in us – and it’s all just wild beautiful grace.
Let us never, ever forget the privilege, the fun, the adventure, the comfort, the gift of it all. I had let this truth slip away. I had forgotten the crazy audacity of our out-of-the-box Creator – to come and actually want to live in what He created. I had become numb to the idea that He is my home, and I am His, and I feel so happy for it to have dawned on me again.
Ah, see what revelations a short rest can provide? I pray this weekend allows you a few kind, restful moments with Him too. It will make such an impact.
Thank you, Jesus.
Sweet Katie, your words always inspire and refresh me. So thankful God lives in me!! I know I don’t make Him proud all the time, but I know He will always love me and I Him.
Praying you and your family are well. Always remember the Sinclairs love you! 🙂
Lovely words..
Very very beautiful Words! Words that inspire, Words that heal & Words that bring enlightenment! Thank you for sharing the beautiful message of God love for us. He is an awesome God & I will praise him for his Goodness! Amazing how he dwells in us and we abide in him! Thank you Jesus.
Thank you for reading and encouraging. Blessings to you!
Many thanks! Enjoy your week!
Thank you Lisa! And isn’t such a gift to know just how much He unconditionally loves us, no matter what? Such grand grace! Hugs to you!
I have been trying to get you to take a nap pretty much since you were born! Glad you finally did! LOL!! So glad to see you writing. I have missed it! Love Our Sugar!!
Mama