Water for All in This Great Drought of Holidays
“Do you know where we are?” I asked my students. “We are in the middle of the third quarter. It is a miserable place, in which we are all worn out, and winter has lasted just a few weeks too long. Our skin is pasty white, and we are extremely vitamin D deficient. The work seems never ending, and there is no rest in sight.”
Their heads moved up and down. Finally a teacher was making sense.
“If we can just hold on,” I said. “Just a little bit more of a push, and then soon we will arrive at the place where we feel like we are not going to die.”
“Do you feel like you’re going to die?” I asked.
“Yes!” all around.
And so I turn to you, my dear friends. Maybe you’re not in school, but you’re tired.
Need.
A break.
Here’s a song for the weary ones:
My soul, find rest in God; my hope comes from him. (Psalm 62:5 NIV)
I cannot tell you when the sun will shine or when the work will get easier. I don’t know when the burden you’re under will be lifted. But I do know you don’t have to wait.
The soul can rest in one look up to the Father –one prayer.
Come on, then. We’re going to make it.
Yes. Yes! Thank you.