“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 our souls. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.” Matthew 11:28-30. (NKJV).
Arching her back, she flexed her shoulders. For three days she'd kept vigil at her little daughter's bedside, the shades pulled to prevent light from hurting her child's eyes.
She placed a cool cloth on her daughter’s forehead, heat radiating from her skin. A fine red rash covered her face and neck. She leaned against the bed, closed her eyes.
“Mama, will you rock me and tell me a story?”
“Mama, will you rock me and tell me a story?”
The child’s hoarse whisper slashed the silence. She lifted her daughter to her lap.
With the child snuggled against her, she whispered. “Once upon a time--”
“No, Mama, a story about Jesus.”
“The Lord Jesus loved the little children. One day, when children were brought to Him to be blessed, the disciples complained. But He said, ‘Let the little children come to Me, and do not forbid them; for of such is the kingdom of heaven. And He laid His hands on them and blessed them.’
“No, Mama, a story about Jesus.”
“The Lord Jesus loved the little children. One day, when children were brought to Him to be blessed, the disciples complained. But He said, ‘Let the little children come to Me, and do not forbid them; for of such is the kingdom of heaven. And He laid His hands on them and blessed them.’
"He loved them.”
“Does He love me, too, Mama?”
“Indeed He does, my darling. He loves His children.” She began to sing Jesus Loves Me. Before the song ended, she felt the little body relax, her breathing regular. She kissed the forehead, now cool.
“Does He love me, too, Mama?”
“Indeed He does, my darling. He loves His children.” She began to sing Jesus Loves Me. Before the song ended, she felt the little body relax, her breathing regular. She kissed the forehead, now cool.
“Thank you, Lord Jesus.” She closed her eyes, sighed. Now she could rest.
Kingdom Thinking. When I doubt His love, I choose to remember I tried to be good. Failed. Tried to do the right thing. Failed again. Finally, I gave up, lifted my arms up to Him in surrender. Instead of condemning me, He pulled me up into His loving arms. True rest. He promises His yoke is easy and His burden is light. Not just for me but for you, too. Won't you come?
Kingdom Thinking. When I doubt His love, I choose to remember I tried to be good. Failed. Tried to do the right thing. Failed again. Finally, I gave up, lifted my arms up to Him in surrender. Instead of condemning me, He pulled me up into His loving arms. True rest. He promises His yoke is easy and His burden is light. Not just for me but for you, too. Won't you come?
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