I have always been a Martha. Running here and there, working hard for God. If I were honest, I would say I burned myself out in life and ministry, trying to earn His approval.
Completely spent and disillusioned with the Christian faith and my perceived notions of God, I was tempted to just walk away.
He met me there. In my utter brokenness. My exhaustion.
And whispered, “Rest, dear one. Just rest in Me.”
He is teaching me to have a Mary heart. To stop running, trying to earn what He has freely given.
I am learning to rest. Some days are easier that others.
Resting. Abiding.
And hearing the strong whisper that comes when I do.
His precious voice saying, “I love you, daughter. You are precious to Me.”
abiding one 