Restless

I’m done with the Facebooks, the Minimalism, the Organics and Green.

The Soap-Box stands, the Selfies, the Budgets and the

Something News.

Change.

Declutter.

Get fit.

Almond milk. No, whole fat cow’s milk. No, soy. No, Ripple?

Say something. Tone down. YOLO.

Sell it all and travel. Homeschool. Pack up the kids and teach as you visit new places and people and

What’s all this for? I mean, really. Why?

The tummy, it bulges. The wrinkles appear. The kids hate their schooling and the piles don’t clear. Cancer’s present with kale and we say things that hurt. We upsize and downsize, we flip and convert.

And still. Emptiness.

Chasing.

Something Else.

Rapidly our hearts beat.

Open phone. Click app. Scroll down. Scroll up. Refresh. Close app. Open app…

“Thou hast formed us for Thyself, and our hearts are restless till they find their rest in Thee.”

“…for Thyself.”

“…restless…”

“…find..”

“…rest in Thee.”

That hole it will haunt. That tummy will despair. The kids will overwhelm and the health doesn’t care. We’ll keep chasing and filling all the hopes, many dreams. Until in the Messiah our desperate searches

Cease.

 

 

That’s why. All this. Yes, now I can see.

Hope and meaning and purpose.

Sin…but forgiveness. Wrath…but redemption.

For HIS glory. Because of His great love.

Light has come to the darkness! Great joy to despair! Order to chaos. Breathe in the air of

Peace.

 

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Philippians 3:8

“Indeed, I count everything as loss because of the surpassing worth of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord. For his sake I have suffered the loss of all things and count them as rubbish, in order that I may gain Christ.” (ESV)