He is my rest...

Church was good this morning, the kind of good that reminds you that there is power in relationships, the kind of good that makes you proud to be a part of community. The running theme to this morning's "goodness" was prayer....prayer to lay our morning at His feet with our Children's Team, prayer with a good friend during first service, prayer with another friend during second service, prayer is good I tell you.

The last two nights I've gotten a mere 4 hours of sleep, if that. My brain just won't stop sometimes and I often loose sleep over the desire for sleep (it's ironic and annoying all at the same time)....this morning as I headed off to church with a pounding headache and a frustrated attitude, the words from a Jon Shirley song kept going over and over in my mind. "I am never tired that You can't be my rest" What a powerful statement, especially living a life where sleep seems like such a neccessity, such a valuable commodity. In the mornings after a night of fitful, poor sleep often I wonder and worry about how I will get through my day on as little rest as I was able to get. The all consuming truth of the matter is, my need for sleep as a busy, working, wife and mom pales in comparison to my need for Him. He is an ever present, all sustaining force in my life and I am never tired that He can't be my rest, Jesus, sweet Jesus.