believe Him and all will be well

Unusual morning, twice finding myself brimming with tears.

Both caught me totally unaware.

I sat at the piano in the small Presbyterian church in Schoolcraft as the guest pastor opened the service. Her words were simple - "... for the next hour or so, let the world turn without you. Rest here with God."

The tears say to me that I'm exhausted, longing for rest. Masked by busyness, much of it activities that I love, the fatigue builds until a simple invitation reveals it. I am reminded of Jesus' words to Martha "Ah, Martha - you are worried about many things, but Mary has chosen what is better and it will not be taken from her."

Certainly the world will turn without me. Yes.

Later in the morning, I returned to my church to see our guest worship leader. Undistracted on a bare stage, he stood alone - a man with his guitar, his voice, and his God. He wove choruses and hymns in a steady ebb and flow, and I was fine, really I was, until these words appeared:

Believe Him and all will be well.

These tears unmask a deeper longing, the desire for a person and a place of safety in this ever-changing, sometimes painful world. It is the thirst for hope, and for knowing that no matter what this world throws at me, all will be well. That sort of longing can only be filled by God, in the person of Jesus.

I'm always analyzing, always trying to make sense of things and have it all fit together.

But for now, I have to admit I don't have this sorted out.

I'm going to let the world turn without me for awhile. I think God's got it handled. I believe God's got it handled.


All will be well.