I read today that butterflies rest when it rains, because the drops can damage their wings. How fragile, and yet how wise — they wait until the skies clear before they take to the air again.
This week, I too rested. I didn’t serve at Elijah House, and at first it felt uncomfortable. Guilt whispered that I was letting others down. Yet the Holy Spirit’s gentle prompting was unmistakable: be still, pause, breathe.
I am grateful I listened. Rest is not weakness, it is obedience. Even Jesus withdrew to quiet places to pray and be renewed.
📖 "Come to Me, all you who labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." — Matthew 11:28 (NKJV)
Storms pass, and when they do, butterflies rise again on wings unbroken. I believe I will too.
💡 Reflection:
Where is God inviting me to lay down my striving and rest in His love?🤔
🙏 Prayer:
Lord Jesus, thank You for reminding me that even in the storms, I am safe in Your care. Teach me to rest without guilt, knowing that You restore my strength in stillness. May I rise again, renewed, when the time is right. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.
Sondag 28 September 2025
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