In the morning when I rise, give me Jesus.
I hear the two-toned call of the mourning dove, sharing her lament with all who will listen. I know her kind – I have been her. Shamelessly telling, recounting my woes to my people. The story more elaborate as I build my case of how I’ve been wronged. Not deliberately disobeying, just forgetting that I’m a daughter of the King.
He whispers a truth to my soul that I cannot ignore.
If I want to find rest, which I do, then I must give up on the notion that my life – my day to day living as a wife, mother, mentor, friend and daughter – should be smooth and without hardship.
“Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.” – James 1:2-4
Father, give me wisdom to see the troubles that come my way as part of my learning to trust you with and through things that aren’t easy. You didn’t promise easy. You promised rest. Help me to come to You quickly with my burdens and leave them in your capable care.
– Christi Vander Voort