By Sandy Kirby Quandt
Rest. Release from striving. Put your feet up and sit a spell. Take a nap.
My mother used to always say, “There’s no rest for the weary.” While I never fully understood what she was saying at the time, I do know she worked awfully hard. All the time. Guess rest was elusive for her to take hold of.
When I was a pre-schooler, she used a bribe to get me to take my naps, possibly so she could get some rest. She told me if I took my nap, she’d buy me a banana Popsicle when the ice cream man came by. After I heard the jingle of the ice cream truck outside, I’d wait until I heard Mom walk out the door. Only then, would I close my eyes. When I awoke, there was a banana Popsicle waiting for me in the freezer.
This was my mother’s way of getting me to rest. Bribery. And it worked.
While things of the world may offer us rest, our only true rest comes in trusting God. We can give him our cares. Our worries. And know he will handle everything. We need not be concerned.
Who knows? There may even be a banana Popsicle waiting for us when we wake up.
What are your thoughts on the subject?
Truly my soul finds rest in God; my salvation comes from him.
Psalm 62:1 (NIV)
I wish you well.
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