Rest

Man, we've been running all week and we just returned from the airport where we dropped off the luggage and said goodbye to our missions team. Not surprisingly, I was quite choked up. As I said in my post a few days ago, they blessed our socks off and added so much to our new little church.

Last night at the end of VBS I noticed this sweet little girl standing in the aisle with tears streaming down her face. I knelt down beside her and asked what was wrong. She gave me a big hug and said "I want to come back! I want to see it again!" I talked to her for a minute and then her grandmother took her by the hand and off they went to get an ice cream sandwich. That did the trick -- she left it good spirits after that.

But I get what she was saying. It's been an exhausting week but a good week. As much as I feel relief that it's over and we can rest, I enjoyed those 50 kids running all over the place.

I've got a million things to do today yet I'm content just to sit in the recliner for a minute, reflect on what God did in our midst this past week, and rest....even if just for a moment. In my head I'm recalling Matthew 11:28:

"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest."

I'll take it, Lord, I'll take it!