I have had a few of those days that were “one of those days” all in a row. My mind has been busy running about in multiple directions and I have not been able to make sense of what has been going on in my head. I had some things that were acutely upsetting and some things that have been nagging on the fringe.
I went to the Friday night ladies retreat with much on my mind. I was on the verge of tears, having cried nearly the whole way there, and I really could not focus on what I needed to. I had tried to call Julie on the way to the retreat in hopes of getting some calming advice, but had missed her.
When we finally caught up, she had the perfect advice for me. Go to God. Tancy, quit trying to fix everything and go to Him. She did not hesitate to tell me what I needed to hear instead of telling me what I wanted to hear. She spoke truth into my life.
If I could figure out how to screen capture on my phone I would put a picture of the list of messages that told me to go to Matthew 11:28-30, and since I did not have a Bible with me in the dark hallway where I sat, she typed it out for me.
Come to me all you are burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.
I sat and let the tears flow. I do not have sort out my whirling mind alone. It is never something I can understand. I do not have to have the answers to the situations that I feel I can not tolerate in that moment. I do not have to have the strength. The yoke is not designed for just one.
I pulled myself together and returned to the rest of the women at the retreat. I know that the message was a good one. I know that the message was a powerful one, but it all paled in comparison to what God had for me that night. It was about learning to trust Him enough to actually give it up. Do I trust Him enough to just let Him handle it without Tancy’s help?
The next morning as I was returning from the world’s shortest run (abbreviated my my knee injury), I looked to see mail in the open mailbox. It was left from the previous day. I NEVER get the mail. It is not my job. The kids get (and lose) the mail. JP gets the mail. I do not get the mail, but it was there so I picked it up.
I saw the familiar handwriting of my mother-in-law on an envelope addressed to me. I opened it and it was obviously a note from God. I love when God is trying to tell me something, and just in case I may not QUITE get it, He sends a little extra reminder.