My people will live in peaceful dwelling places, in secure homes, in undisturbed places of rest. Though hail flattens the forest and the city is leveled completely, how blessed you will be sowing your seed by every stream and letting your cattle and donkeys range free. Isaiah 32: 18 -19 NIV
Abram and Sarai were renamed by God Almighty—the creator of the universe. Oh, the wonder of such a blessing! Abram, meaning “high, exalted father,” became Abraham, “father of a multitude.” Sarai’s new name meant “Princess.” How appropriate, for she held that position and value in God’s eyes. The world did not view her as such. The worth of a woman depended on bearing children. God chose a name that would remind her of her value and purpose every time anyone said her name. Even her enemies.
I know the promises of God. My mind appreciates His words and I can state His purpose for others and sometimes myself. Yet, as I read through Genesis, I see that Abraham and Sarah struggled, though they were equipped and reminded about God’s plan and purpose for them. They struggled with day to day challenges and waiting for what God said He’d do.
The ticking clock, how that makes me want to run faster, jump higher, and accomplish so much more. More than I do, more than I can. Ever. But this week, I had to stop and realize that He doesn’t care about how much of that wicked to-do list I checked off, or how much I accomplished in the grand scheme of expectations. He wants me just to be His.
I struggled, thinking rest was such a waste of time. Frustration gnawed at me. If I could only achieve my goals sooner. Until I thought about rest being part of God’s plan—for me and everyone. He designed the sun, stars, and moon for our delight and refreshment. Could I trust that rest was good, because of His design? He is the Banner of Love Over Us. Could I quiet my demanding thoughts and self-judgments: If only I’d done this or that—when I could have. If only I’d trusted, forgave, prayed or learned more. If only I were perfect. But there is only One Who is perfect. Jesus loves me no matter if I can achieve or not. But what he does delight in is if I turn His way, share my heart and actually listen for His still small voice.
Accepting His presence and resting in quite satisfaction that He loves me whether my circumstances are perfect or not. I may not expect the turn of events I face. My life definitely is not perfectly arranged, but that doesn’t matter. Resting in Him, drinking in His divine peace and truly relating to Him matters more than anything I could ever accomplish. Knowing and surrendering to His fellowship brings undisturbed rest—even if hail flattens the forest and cities around me.
The nations will see your righteousness, and all kings your glory; you will be called by a new name that the mouth of the Lord will bestow. Isaiah 62:2