Three Forks and the Bridge by Tommia Wright

 “Come to me, all who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.” ~ Matthew 11:28

Is the need for repose due to an adventurous, adrenaline active weekend with words? (Write Now!)

 “Come to me, all who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.”

Is it the need to escape from the madcap race of work and routine – emails, phone calls, blackberries, etc – to find refuge and rest with friends and family by means of a camping trip, an opportunity to invigorate, inspire and encourage?

 “Come to me, all who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.”

Or is it a necessary reminder that in the radical race of routine, ripe with rudeness, wrecks, recklessness and unpredictability in the game of ‘avoiding the Joneses’ that what is deemed a finishing line in this world just might not make it in entering the next? In chatting with a friend of mine, it was amazing to realize that many things enjoyed and relied upon can bring questions, frustration and doubt in terms of ‘why does one do what one does when it seems to do nothing in making a difference?’

In listening to the radio, or scanning the seemingly increasing collection of sap on the small screen (requiring quite a bit of justification to spend meager savings on something on the larger one), it is amazing and sad how the push for fear, the ‘expectation of change’ the discontent of ‘what is’ can distract the soul from the true resting place free of burdens, guilt, doubt, and sin.

I could go sit out in the sun, watching the clouds go buy, bringing shadows of doubt and worry. I could look at the ledger of life and list the many failings and faults, forgetting faith and forgiveness as I let it all weigh me down. Or I can turn to He who gives comfort and rest, returning to the songs, psalms, passages and prayers and look on today as a day closer to home.