Blessed Rest of Heart

We sometimes sing a hymn, the first verse goes as follows:

“Oh blessed rest of heart
From doubting fear and sin
A rest in Christ the risen Lord
Who sweetly reigns within”

This week I have been fighting inner demons, struggling to overcome, feeling weighed down, and impossible to live with, and to just be.

And then this afternoon we sang these beautiful words, and I could just put everything aside. I could just be at rest. A load was lifted off my shoulders.

We serve a living God, one who is so much higher than our thoughts and circumstances and experiences. He is above all these things, and He cares for us. He loves us. He loves us through our failures and shortcomings and temptations.

Tomorrow I might be weighed down all over again. But it is now Sunday evening Sydney time, and for the rest of day I will be at peace. At rest. A rest in Christ, the risen Lord, who sweetly reigns within.

Passing Days

Feelings are fickle. Moods and emotions are high-maintenance. I’ve started this year with a new resolution. To focus on growing. Learning and creating. So now when my pain points are pressed (salt in all my wounds), which happens often, I am acknowledging it, respecting the life within, and letting it go. 
We have only so many days in our lives. Each passing day is one less to live. But for today, we are alive, we are breathing, we are aware. Peace be to you. 

At Peace

I am at peace with the world
I am at peace with me
I am at peace

Thank you for my beating heart
Thank you for my life
Thank you

If this my last night shall be
Let me live it

Spare one last night to breathe in
All the pure goodness
Surrounding me

I have lived, I have loved
I have fought
I am

Grant one last wish of mine I plead
That my written words should be
My testimony

And if I should not make it through the night
Know that I am at peace, I am at rest
There are no words left in me