It’s Five Minute Friday!* Where a group of us join together for five minutes of writing without worrying about if it’s just right or not, hosted by the lovely Lisa-Jo.
Today's Prompt: REST
Gently, I tuck back my daughter's hair behind her ear, tracing the outline of her face with the tip of my finger.
“Just rest, sweet girl” I say softly.
But still she fights, resisting the sleep that needs to come.
“You’re going to be very tired in the morning, if you don’t fall asleep soon” I say. I try hard to convince her the importance of rest.
But it means nothing to her.
Why does she have such difficulties sleeping? I wonder. My mind recalls the times we’ve put her to bed at an early hour only to discover hours later on our way to bed that she’s still lying there wide awake.
Later that night as I pillow my head, I realize that I’m having trouble allowing myself to succumb to rest too. Not in the physical sense of the word, but in a spiritual sense.
I desired it enough to make it my word for 2013, yet still I struggle.
Do His promises mean nothing to me? I ask myself, the words of my husband still echoing in my mind. He’d asked me if I enjoy worrying, a question that had shocked me to my core.
I don’t blame him for asking.
Either I believe Him or I don’t
Either I trust Him or I don’t.
Either I choose to rest or I don’t.
That night I finally rested.And still I rest-- in Him.