UUUGGGGHHHH! That’s how I’d felt all morning. From the moment I opened my eyes (later than I had wanted to), I was frustrated. I was frustrated with the dishes in the sink, with the cereal all over the kitchen floor, with all the things I had to do. And, I was frustrated with myself for how I was handling all of it.
After lunch, taking my youngest upstairs for a nap seemed like an interruption for which I did not have time. But I needed him in bed as much as he needed to be in bed.
Under the covers with my toddler, reading him a story, I felt my whole body say, Aaahhhh. As it turned out, he wasn’t the only one who needed some rest. And as I closed the bedroom door and walked back downstairs, I was relaxed, and had a little more patience for my other children, and for myself. Later, as I thought about what those few moments of rest had done for me, I remembered Jesus’s promise of rest to all who follow Him.
Which of Jesus’s promises do you treasure most?