My heart is glad that you called me your own
‘Cause there’s no place I’d rather be
Than in your arms of love
Holding me sill, holding me near
(In you Arms of Love written by Craig Musseau, performed by Kutless)
Every time my son squirmed, I held on tighter. I knew he needed rest more than anything and was not about to consider his opinion on the subject. I know his needs better than he does. Then I thought about how hard I fight God to do my own thing when all he wants is for me to rest in him.
We get to the point where life is a battlefield, don’t we? We see daily challenges and we fight our way through them, because we have decided that is what must be done. We refuse to rest, instead pushing toward some un-named goal. Life rages around us. We have things to do, places to go, obligations to fulfill.
Car trouble becomes and obstacle to getting to the grocery store. A sick child demands to be held so we don’t get a shower, no one cleans the house and dinner gets ignored. Inclement weather keeps us home instead of traveling for the holidays. There are two ways of looking at these things.
Life is wrapping us up in rope and tying us to the railroad tracks. There’s a light at the end of the tunnel, but it’s train.
Or Someone is telling us to rest.