If I were to ask you to paint a picture illustrating your perception of the word “rest,” what would you paint?
This is not a rhetorical question. I really want you to stop and think about the picture you would paint. After you have, then scroll down …
The story is told of two artists who were asked to do the same. The first chose to paint a still lake among far-off mountains. The second depicted a thundering waterfall with a fragile birch tree bending over the swirling foam. On one of the swaying branches overhanging the tumult sat a robin, wet with spray.
Ironically, the first depicts stagnation; the second actually illustrates rest.
Outwardly, Jesus lived the most troubled life ever lived. The waves of trial and tribulation broke over him on a daily basis until His worn and shredded body was laid in the grave.
Yet inwardly, His life was a sea of glass. A great calm prevailed, even as human bloodhounds perpetually and unmercifully dogged Him.
That kind of peace can be ours, for in the midst of all that, He told His disciples, “My peace I give unto you” (John 14:27).
Have you found yourself hanging on a limber branch over a tumultuous bed of fury like that mother robin?
How about believing Him and surrendering yourself to His promise of peace as the sea of turmoil swirls about you?
He will keep in perfect peace all those who trust in him,
whose thoughts turn often to the Lord!
Lean into the turbulence, beloved …
… and lean into Him.
Turn to Him today. Throw every ounce of faith you have onto Him — even if it’s the size of a mustard seed! Trust Him (and Him alone) to save you. Receive Him as your One and Only Savior.
Then trust Him in your trial.
And rest … because He’s going to get you through this.
Rest is not a hallowed feeling that comes over us in church; it is the repose of a heart set deep in God. — Drummond