It’s midnight right now. I’m tucked away in the closet, trying to ignore the pile of dirty clothes in the floor, stacked up shoes, and trash bag full of “Goodwill stuff.”
The week ahead is busy. Crazy. I’ve said yes a lot lately. To good things. Things I’m honestly so, so excited about.
But I’m easily overwhelmed. Then restless. Then unsettled. And then…well…up at midnight, hidden in the closet, with fingernails chewed to the quick.
I know busyness doesn’t equate holiness. And I know everything that comes from Heaven doesn’t have my name on it.
And I am sure so many of you live lives much, much busier than I could every dream. Bless. Your. Heart.
But somehow there’s peace in knowing none of us are alone. My friend on the other side of the world just texted me. It’s noon there. She said she’s restless.
Wait. Me too. That’s why I’m up…responding to your text.
And I sent this verse to her. And here it is for you this Monday morning.
“But he said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.’ Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me. For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities. For when I am weak, then I am strong.” (II Corinthians 12:9,10)
There aren’t “insults, hardships, persecutions, or calamities” written on my calendar for the week. (Please, Lord, keep them away.) But in a bright red marker, there’s the word GRACE.
And it will be sufficient…For my midnights, Mondays, and eternity.
Because “It is finished.”
Grace…then and now…for all of us…the unsettled…today.