restless
With every breath
I’m falling deeper
into the hands
of my great Keeper
I’m restless till
I rest in You
With every thought
my vision clearer
upward bound
my heart draws nearer
only resting
when I rest in You
I had the pleasure of having a massage recently- cashing in on an awesome birthday gift from my hubby. As I laid on the table, my tense muscles crumbled under the monstrous pressure of the hands that kneaded me. Jokingly, the massage therapist told me she calls her job “steam-rolling”.
At times the pressure was so great, it was uncomfortable– but the more I emptied myself of any thoughts, the more I was at peace…not aware of any discomfort. As I laid there, I thought about how much I crave being quiet… but how I wrestle with my own thoughts in those quiet moments instead of resting in Him.
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