St Augustine wrote, “[God] you have made us for yourself, and our hearts are restless until they rest in you.”
“Our hearts are restless”: that’s a great description of life today.
So often I feel restless. I’m rushing around making sure the kids get homework done, get to their after-school clubs, are fed and looked after.
I rush around with church activities, chatting issues through with my husband as he seeks to lead the church well, organising rehearsals and leading worship, trying to spot new people and welcome them as well as look after those who’ve been in the church for years.
I rush around with my work, meeting deadlines and thinking up new ideas for writing projects. Yes there is a bit of space for pondering within that, but too often it is pressurised, rather than restful.
I rush from one evening meeting to another – church meetings, governors’ meetings, music practices, even rushing to exercise classes.
I feel restless a lot of the time. I know the better way is to start by positioning myself at Jesus’ feet, learning from His wisdom rather than trying to do things in my own strength. But I find that so hard to do.
I wrote about finding the rhythm that works for me and my family recently; I’m still working on that if I’m honest!
I arrived at church a couple of Sundays ago totally at the end of myself, but with my keyboard ready to play. I could barely speak, let alone sing, so one of the guys helpfully suggested we prayed together before doing anything else. And what one of them prayed for me really stuck with me – here’s a summary of it:
‘Lord, Claire works so hard for you. Help her to learn to rest.‘
I’m one of those people who find it difficult to sit down and relax until all the jobs in the house are done. I simply can’t leave dirty dishes on the side or floors unvacuumed. That may be why our vacuum cleaner suddenly stopped working when I was midway through vacuuming one of the downstairs rooms that weekend. I still had the upstairs to do! But I simply couldn’t, which meant that, after church that Sunday, we were able to settle down and have a family film time.
I was forced to rest.
Does God ever make you stop, through circumstances or even illness? If only we’d rest more regularly without Him having to step in and force us.
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