Today was (and continues to be) what I call a 'bad fibro day'. My whole body hurts, I groan when I stand up, and I can barely keep my eyes open.
It can be hard to see and feel God on days like today. It's hard for me to not get things done, not because I'm procrastinating but because I'm not capable of comprehending anything complicated when my body feels like this, when my medication fogs up my brain. It's hard not to throw myself myself a pity party and invite everyone I know.
I do find, however, that it is easy to rest. If I put aside my massive grad school to do list, it's easy to just chill. I can take this time of laying in bed to pray, to read my Bible between bouts of sleep, to catch up on emails. I can take this time, use it, and embrace it if I slow down enough.
I think resting, in a large part, means giving up control. I can't control my body or my health. I can't control when my disability will rear its ugly head. I can't control how my department responds to my pace at work. But God can. God has all things in his Hands. We can give up our burdens to Him, and He will gladly take on their weight.
Today I am resting, giving over control, and letting God handle things.
Are you trusting God with your burdens?
Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.