It rains a lot when I’m at the office.
If there’s a chance of rain in Birmingham, it will hit my office. The storm clouds roll in and the downpour begins.
And then I start driving home….
Once I get about two miles from the office, there is no sign of rain. The sun is out and the roads are completely dry.
I’m constantly amazed at this phenomena.
The same thing happens in our life.
Sometimes we’re in a rain bubble. Things just aren’t going that great.
We look over at our friends and family. There’s not a storm cloud anywhere near them. The sun’s out and they’re dancing in a field of wild flowers.
While we’re huddled under our umbrellas and our rain boots fill up with water…
I’ve been there.
Maybe it’s a family situation.
Maybe it’s problems at work.
Maybe it’s fighting back the voices from your past.
Whatever the case may be, you’re tired of the rain.
As a Christian, when hard times come, I start walking–no running–to my refuge and my rock.
Jesus said, “Come to me all who are weary and heavy laden. I will give you rest.”
David, the psalmist, said, “The Lord is my rock and my salvation. Whom shall I fear?”
Rainy days won’t last forever, I promise.
I know that’s easy to forget.
Just yesterday I found myself in a state of pure exhaustion. Physically and emotionally, I didn’t know if it was possible to take another step.
That’s when you rest.
Rest in God’s love.
Rest in the finished work of the cross.
Seriously. Go take a nap right now!
Take care of your body. You’re not Superman or Superwoman.
Plus, when you realize who’s really in control–and it’s not you–the best time to sleep is when the rain comes. (I’m thinking of a house with a tin roof. Where’s my pillow and blanket?)
Jesus fell asleep in the bottom of a boat while His disciples freaked out on deck.
I want to be more like Him and learn to rest in the storms.