At about 12:45am, Odelia and I were awoken by our 18 months old son’s footsteps and subsequent push through our door. The usual routine was for me to carry him back into his room, lay him on his bed and say, “sleepy time”. This usually does the trick and gets him to sleep, but this time he was determined to have his way. Within an hour, I had done the same routine about six times. I was desperate for sleep! Maybe he is hungry; but after making him some food he made it very clear he wasn’t. Maybe he might sleep to that song he likes; but after listening to the same song on repeat for about half an hour, he was more energized! Seeing this was going nowhere after two and a half hours, I resorted to being firm. I laid him on his bed and said in a firm tone, “sleepy time!”. Did it work? No it didn’t! He came right back to our room after five minutes. I had given up. He crawled in bed with us and laid wrapped in Odelia’s arms. In her arms, he found rest and we all found rest. I realized that all he really wanted was to be wrapped in mummy’s arms that night and nothing could have deterred him.
There are times when nothing else will do but only being in God’s presence. In His presence there is peace amidst the storm. In His presence there is renewal, restoration and hope. Today, if you find yourself searching for a place of rest, there is the tender loving arms of our God and our Saviour Jesus Christ. Press on in and find rest for your soul.
“Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest” (Matthew 11:28).