Guest Blog Posts
What Is Rest? by Trevin Wax and Thomas West
Rest is when we cease from striving. Our hearts are restless until they rest in God our Savior and Sustainer. Living his way renews us physically and spiritually, and provides a foretaste of eternal peace. It seems as if everyone wants a break these days, some way of finding rest in a supercharged world of frenetic activity. Our obsession with screens, diversions, distractions, and our demand for variety in food, drink, and apparel often leave us uneasy. From pot to propranolol, psychic practices, Prozac, and pinot grigio, we are trying to cope. For many, rest is reduced to the absence of activity or a break from work. For some, rest is viewed as a commodity to be consumed rather than a state of being to be cultivated. For others, the word implies laziness, idleness, and pursuing pleasure at all costs. At the end of all our work and all our rest, there remains a deep restlessness in the human heart.
Steadfast: An Invitation to Focus Our Thoughts on The Lord by Laura Bailey
For almost a decade, I’ve wrestled with faith and experienced crippling doubt. For a whole year, I woke in the middle of the night, my heart pounding and mind racing. In the early morning, I would sit in darkness, crying out to the Lord to give me relief and help me experience the peace I knew only He could provide. And, while I felt temporary relief, the anxious thoughts and uncertainty over the security of my salvation were always present like an uninvited guest that wouldn’t take the hint to leave.
Reluctant Obedience by Candace Cofer
I reached into the dryer to fold towels, but to my surprise, they were all damp. I checked the vent. It was clear. Hmm… I turned off the breaker, but still no heat. Annoyed towels would remain damp overnight, so I did what every diligent homeowner does: I went to bed. The next day, when the repairman suggested we try the breaker, I said, ”Yeah, I tried that last night, too.”
When We Feel God Asks Too Much by Ann Bowman
Driving away from the airport, my heart broke. Just a few miles down the highway, I had to pull over because I could no longer see through my tears. I glanced at the back seat at the three empty car seats. “God, you have asked too much.” My oldest daughter and her husband answered God’s call to move their family to a third-world country and serve as medical missionaries—permanently. Their children were four, two, and six months old.
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