Sometimes the heart is heavy.
Sometimes it’s caused by the same burden I’ve carried before, the same one I’ve laid at the feet of Jesus again and again. I go back and pick it up too many times. I finger it and examine it, wondering if I will be able to figure it out this time, will be able to make some sense of it.
But I don’t. My mind won’t wrap around this thing that weighs down my heart, makes me sad and weary, brings me to tears.
It is like that thorn in the flesh Paul talked about, that one thing he prayed three times to be removed. Paul, the apostle of Jesus Christ, the one whose faith amazes me, who learned to be content in the most horrendous of circumstances, who had one focus and only one; this Paul could not get a “yes” answer to that one prayer he prayed three times.
“My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.”
That was the answer to Paul’s prayer. Grace.
Grace is always the answer. Always sufficient. The undeserved mercy from a merciful and compassionate God who knows the beginning and the end of my life and all the days in between. He planned me, planned for me, and has a plan for this day and all my days to come.
He invites me, compels me to come, me who is weary and heavy laden. Me who often is faithless, doubting My God is who He says He is. Me who wonders who I am and can I really do all things through Christ?
He offers rest. His admonishment is this:
“Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me.”
There are lessons to be learned here at the feet of Jesus. Lessons I seem to want to skip over. Things like surrender. Things like trust.
“For I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your soul.”
My Savior is gentle with me. His call is tender and sweet. He sings over me with words that soothe the ache inside, calling me to come and find rest for my weary soul.
* [Click on the link above to hear Steven Curtis Chapman sing “At the Fee of Jesus.”]