Rest, The Battle Isn't Yours, It's God's
One of the hardest lessons I've had to learn is that resting is not the same as giving up. For years, I believed that if I worried enough, planned enough, worked hard enough, or stayed awake long enough thinking through every possible outcome, somehow I could control what happened next. I carried burdens that were never mine to carry because I thought that was what being responsible looked like. I confused constant striving with faithfulness, and exhaustion with strength. Looking back now, I realize that all my worrying never changed a single outcome. It only stole my peace. Life has a way of bringing us to places where our own strength simply isn't enough. There are diagnoses we can't change, relationships we can't fix on our own, financial struggles we can't solve overnight, and circumstances that leave us feeling completely powerless. We pray, we seek advice, we make plans, and we do everything we know to do. Then we arrive at a place where there is nothing left ...