Today, I find rest out of reach.

Like I’m chasing it through rough terrain, while rest evades and plays hide and seek in the nooks and crannies.

I’m grief-stricken by the loss of Rachel Held Evans. She put words to many of the same questions I have always had. I’m grateful for the books and posts she’s written, her courage to write them, and her willingness to share them. They are true treasure. I question why? And, rest seems to get a bit further away.

My dear friend is dealing with the addiction of a loved one. She whispered, with tears in her eyes, “He’s lost. Somewhere in the city, he’s lost to us.” While I know “His eye is on the sparrow,” rest seemed to skip a little further away, while I wondered why?

I’m gobsmacked by the quickness one of our pastors is leaving to go to another church. We thought we had at least six more weeks. While I knew his talents and abilities were going to be needed soon and I want God’s best for him and his family, I’ll miss seeing them every Sunday. And, I seem self-indulgent and pitiful it the wake of God’s good work in their lives.

As the cares of work-life, looming deadlines, and an annual conference grow closer, I feel like a true rest will have to wait for another day.

For now, farther along. ❤