The Promise of Rest

The Lord promises rest for the weary. What a gift on a day like today.

I find that I've grown so tired lately. The entertainment industry seems so fascinating and exciting to those outside of it. What they don't know is that it is tiring and trite and insincere. I grew up in a town where good people where just that: good. They were kind and honest, hardworking and true. What you see is what you get. Yes, most city-dwellers would look at these simple folks and judge them as lesser, as if they lack the depth and interest of the metropolitan elite. But there is a depth that comes from having pride in what you do and who you are, of making decisions because they are the right ones, of treating people with kindness and respect because all people: rich, poor, young, old, ALL people deserve that.

Today, I look expectantly towards a trip home as it gives the chance to surround myself with good and genuine people. To have people invest me because it's me and not because of what I may be able to do for them. To have people say they are going to do something and actually do it. To be in a place of peace and solace and rest. To hear the Lord in a still, small voice as I nestle in my childhood home with people I love, "Come to me, all ye who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest."