“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” Matthew 11:28-30
As said in Scripture, rest is essential to our walk with God. Rest is not an act that we do when all is well and all our responsibilities or chores are taken care of at the end of the day; rest is a state of mind- a place where we find inner peace with God- not because everything is perfect, but to cast everything that’s flawed on the One who isn’t.
Rest hasn’t been a part of my life before Abante because I felt weak or far from God if I became weary; I figured I had to be doing something wrong. I always depended on my talents, my strengths, and my endurance; I rarely casted my cares on Him because I felt defeated if I couldn’t do it by myself. In only a month and a half into my Abante journey, I don’t know how I lasted without being dependent on God.
During our time in Puerto Rico, Monday’s are our team Sabbath days. From 10 to 6, we spend alone time with God while resting. We only talk to each other if it’s needed, so if you’re reading this and you know how talkative I am, you know I wasn’t looking forward to that aspect of the day. Last Monday during our Sabbath, I went to the beach alone and just sat, listening. I soon realized that my time that I would usually spend with God- I would do all the talking, yet never listen. Praying and reading The Word is important of course, but there has to be a time where we meditate so that we can drown everything out to hear the voice of God.
I am the Rocks
As I meditated under the palm trees looking out at the ocean, God whispered. He said, “see those rocks?”
Of course I did, they never move. They’re always there.
“You are the rocks, forever firm in My Presence. I am the waves, habitually crashing over you with love. I promise never to stop.”
I knew then that all the obstacles I’ve been having to jump over while in Abante have a purpose. God’s waves were never meant to knock me down; they were only there to wash me clean and shape me into a beautifully hand-made, new rock.
While in Puerto Rico, I’ve discovered that God loves me so much and that I’m so cherished by Him. That’s something so comforting to live in.