Have you ever had that tight, chesty feeling that doesn’t go away. It stays and lingers, almost festering inside.
It won’t allow sleep. It won’t even allow rest. It likes to take over and demand and it’s loud and confident and it yields nothing good. Nothing at all.
It comes when there’s not enough money to finish a shed. It comes when the building quote is too high for the bank loan. It comes when you feel you’ve learnt so much about financial distress in the not-so-distant past and you truly, truly, truly do not want to go there again.
It comes when you feel that all your child has done all day is play XBox. It comes when the phone rings. When the iphone strums. When the day runs out of time and not everything that needs doing is done.
It comes from resting on myself and not looking in the right direction. The only direction I need ever look. Ever.
But when I realise this and I open the Book and read this:
Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy-laden and overburdened, and I will cause you to rest.
Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.
For My yoke is wholesome (useful, good, not harsh but comfortable, gracious) and My burden is light and easy to be borne.
it is then that my chest relaxes and I can breathe again. I can reflect on the day without panicking as I did only moments ago. I can leave it all behind me and look forward to a fresh new day.