The past two weeks have seen me on bed rest. Two weeks of resting my mind, my body, and my heart. I’ve been in quite the sandstorm in my desert the past few weeks and I was tired. Tired of questions, doubts, accusations, hurt, surprises, and unknowns. I was tired of doing life on my own in the midst of my storm. I was tired of carrying the burden; with a grimace of pain on my face, my arms were shaking under the weight. I needed rest. The funny thing is I didn’t even realize how much rest I needed.
Apparently two weeks worth.
I had hoped that my storm would pass by the time my bed rest ended. But God’s timing is (always) different from mine. And although the storm is not over, it’s still raging in my heart and mind, I’ve found refuge in my Father. I’ve been reminded that He hasn’t forgotten me, He knows me, and He has even greater things planned for me. I can exhale in that despite the wind stinging my face and the sand gritting against my heart.