I'm sitting here at a beautiful resort, relaxing. That's why I'm here, taking time for respite, to get refueled. I had to learn the importance of Sabbath, or resting the hard way.
For years I poured my life into those around me, my cup became empty & my mouth was dry. When my cup was full, there was abundance. Serving God was easy, because His joy & His strength overflowed from my life, to those around me. Looking back, it seems so obvious: Take a break, get respite, I needed a refill. But I couldn't do that, I couldn't let go, I couldn't ask for help.... My pride wouldn't allow it. Of course I justified these thoughts, believing that if God has called me to this, He will get me through it. I honestly thought that I had to keep up all the work that I was doing. The thing is I ran on empty for so long that I forgot what it felt like to be full. I got lost along the way. My bones were dried up. My Hope was lost. I had been cut off. (Ezekiel 37:11).
Thankfully, that isn't the end of the story. God resurrected me from the pit. He brought new life to the dead places in my life. Part of me wishes that I had learned this lesson sooner. Maybe I would have had the strength to keep going if I hadn't tried to rely on my strength. Maybe I wouldn't have had to experience the loss that I experienced. But then again, I wouldn't be where I am today. I wouldn't have this testimony to share with others. I may have caused the fire that overtook me, but my God is able to make beauty from ashes (Isaiah 61:1 - 3)
So here I am today asking God to fill me up with his love and his peace, to refuel me. I'm asking him to breathe his breath into my life again. I don't want to be empty again. I don't want to fall asleep. "Awake my soul!" Are there other areas in my life that need to revived or restored? Breathe your life into me. As I breath in more of you, may I exhale your breath of fresh air. May this transform me and mold into the woman I need to be, the heart of my home. May your love, grace, and life over flow to those around me.
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