In Matthew 11:28-30, we read: “Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.”
“Mail, Grandfather.” Timmy called. “Looks special, with fancy writing.”
“That fancy writing is called calligraphy, Timmy. Beautiful, isn’t it?”
“Aren’t you going to open it?”
“Not now. I’ll leave it on the kitchen table so we can look at the beautiful writing from time to time.”
“Grandfather, we won’t know what it’s about if we don’t open it.”
“True. Let’s open it!” Breaking the seal, he took out the invitation. “We’re invited to your uncle’s wedding.”
“That’ll be fun. Will my cousins be there?”
“Hope so. Receiving an invitation doesn’t guarantee they’ll accept and be there.”
“Why not? They’d miss out.”
“By the way, Timmy. Did you open the invitation on your bedside table?” Timmy ran upstairs.
“There’s no invitation there, just my Bible.” He came downstairs, shoulders drooping.
“You’re wrong about that.” Timmy cocked his head. “You have an invitation from the King of Kings to come to Him. He invites you but doesn’t make you come.”
“Oh. I never thought about it like that. Is it too late to accept his invitation?”
“Not at all.”
“Just think, Grandfather. I have two invitations. One to my cousin’s wedding. One from the King. Know what?” Grandfather shook his head. “I’m accepting both of them.”
Kingdom Thinking. I have an open invitation from the Lord Jesus. He promises to give me rest. He’ll never leave nor forsake me and He loves me with an everlasting love. He offers the same invitation to you. He’s gentle and promises you rest. Won’t you come?
“Mail, Grandfather.” Timmy called. “Looks special, with fancy writing.”
“That fancy writing is called calligraphy, Timmy. Beautiful, isn’t it?”
“Aren’t you going to open it?”
“Not now. I’ll leave it on the kitchen table so we can look at the beautiful writing from time to time.”“Grandfather, we won’t know what it’s about if we don’t open it.”
“True. Let’s open it!” Breaking the seal, he took out the invitation. “We’re invited to your uncle’s wedding.”
“That’ll be fun. Will my cousins be there?”
“Hope so. Receiving an invitation doesn’t guarantee they’ll accept and be there.”
“Why not? They’d miss out.”
“By the way, Timmy. Did you open the invitation on your bedside table?” Timmy ran upstairs.
“There’s no invitation there, just my Bible.” He came downstairs, shoulders drooping.
“You’re wrong about that.” Timmy cocked his head. “You have an invitation from the King of Kings to come to Him. He invites you but doesn’t make you come.”
“Oh. I never thought about it like that. Is it too late to accept his invitation?”
“Not at all.”
“Just think, Grandfather. I have two invitations. One to my cousin’s wedding. One from the King. Know what?” Grandfather shook his head. “I’m accepting both of them.”
Kingdom Thinking. I have an open invitation from the Lord Jesus. He promises to give me rest. He’ll never leave nor forsake me and He loves me with an everlasting love. He offers the same invitation to you. He’s gentle and promises you rest. Won’t you come?