Rest

When I'm near you, nothing else matters.

It doesn't matter that my blog only has 4 readers.

Nope, it just doesn't.

When I'm near you, my soul finds the true rest that it constantly seeks.

Your love, Your gentle touch, and Your acceptance.

I remember briefly the times when I used to spend hours at your feet

and it was never enough.

Now a few minutes feels like forever and I grow restless.

How things have changed. I am sorry, but you just love me.

You don't ask me to be anything I'm not.

You ask me to bring everything that I am.

The offering is small but I remember the loaves and the fish.

I remember that you can grow a small offering.

So I offer you my heart. It is a small gift, but I pray you would make it grow.