This probably won’t come as a surprise to anyone who has had any close proximity with me since high school, but I have a serious problem: I do not know how to rest. I can take time to watch netflix, sit at coffee shops and converse, etc., but I do not know how to truly rest. Some days it is because I am too busy for my own good and there is far too much work to be completed, but other days it is more complicated than that.
This world is full of hurting people in bad situations, and it is extremely hard for me to take time and fully rest knowing there are people who need an advocate. If I could spend every waking moment of every single day immersed in this town or that city working with people to change their situations, I would. The fact of the matter is, though, I can’t. The nature of living in a fallen world is that there will always be struggles and there will always be hurting people, and I am merely one man trying to make a difference in a world full of people who all have struggles. While I know I am not alone in this, on the dreariest of Kentucky days it can seem like the hurting outnumber the advocates a million to one.
When I took the first step on the journey of this semester, my eyes glazed over with visions of spending day after day sitting with people, working tirelessly to change the trajectory of their lives. (a concept the teens I work with have been discussing with me) I imagined myself channeling all of my physical/mental exertion that school took into the spiritual/emotional exertion that advocacy would be. I justified this by saying “I’m sleeping a lot more, so yeah I’m more rested.” The more I walk in faith, though, the more I realize that exertion is exertion, and that I need to learn to be still. I need to learn to rest in the LORD and to wait on Him.
God knows the hurting of this world, and His heart is for them. When I take a step back from my own busyness and see what He has for me, I realize that He wants me to be available. He wants the ‘schedule’ of my heart to be open enough that I may spend time with those He sends my way and that I may listen to His calling. There is nothing inherently wrong with wanting to make the biggest difference, but in the busyness this causes it is easy to stop listening to Him. He is beckoning me to sit at His feet and lean back against Him. I am humbled that He would have me there, but I am so blessed that He knows exactly what I need.
Through listening to His calling, and following His lead, I am learning that the best way we can make a difference is by waiting for the ones He sends our way, loving them unconditionally, and by trusting Him to take care of the ones just beyond our reach.
I challenge you to take an extra moment this week, whether you are a parent, teacher, policeman, friend, etc., and see who God is sending your way.
In His rest,
Jacob