12/14/2020
I Hear His Whisper . . .
You must learn to rest.
There are seasons to fight and seasons to rest. In seasons when peace seems like nothing more than a dusty artifact and you can’t find the right words to pray, let alone remember how to raise a battle cry, you must rest. You must let me be your fierce Protector. You must trust that you’ll be safe in my arms—the ones that were spread wide in full surrender to the Father, just as you must surrender to me. Will you let me fight for you?
I’m not telling you to lie down and give up. I’m telling you that you must be okay with stillness in the middle of a battle. You must listen when I encourage you to rest. You must trust me enough to release yourself to rest, to give yourself permission to stop thinking, to find refreshment in my presence, so you can receive a new strategy that looks totally different than what you expected. I want to teach you what you cannot teach yourself. You know when to push, to declare, to fight, and to dance over pain, but you must also learn to rest.
Whispers written by Brian Simmons and Gretchen Rodriguez
Song of Songs 2:6
The Passion Translation
His left hand cradles my head while his right hand holds me close. I am at rest in this love.
