Jesus, I am Resting, Resting

Jesus, I am resting, resting,
In the joy of what Thou art;
I am finding out the greatness
Of Thy loving heart.

The hymn writer, Jean Sophia Pigott, couldn’t have put these words together in a more beautiful way. How true it is that as we rest in Him, we find out more and more about how great His love is. In the resting we also realize that we would never be able to truly grasp just how much He loves us. His love is too great. But we keep resting. As we stay here, we find this is the sweetest place to be.

In the midst of changes, in the midst of a whirlwind of unexpected life events and transitions, we can rest in the joy that comes from knowing Him. We choose to freeze in the center of all we see happening here, and we look to the eternal One. We put our trust wholly in the One who has made us whole. In resting, we can be joyful! Really. Not a joke. Being serious. WE CAN BE JOYFUL! 🙂 We can enjoy His promises. Yes, I know life is messy. I know life is hard more times than not. It gets real ugly here. But what I am also so certain of is that He has never, ever, let us down. He has showered us with grace upon grace. He keeps giving that grace as we come to Him. AND on top of all of that, He’s given us a hope, a blessed hope.

We work and work to come to a point of rest. Rest is a part of our daily routines; it’s just another task on the list of things to do for the day. After all the working, this is where we claim His grace. This is where we accept His gift. The rest He gives is not like sleeping for a full 8 hours straight. No, no. His rest leaves us with a greater understanding of who He is and a satisfaction that no amount of sleep could ever bring. His rest leaves us with strengthened, steadfast, and joyful hearts. Jesus did/does more work than we could ever do even if we tried our absolute best. He worked and worked and still works so that we can rest. He did and does it all so we can know Him more. Are we enjoying resting with Him? Are we enjoying getting to know our Savior more? Have we truly accepted His invitation to come to Him? If we have, we now work in a different way. And we wait trusting that He will lead us and strengthen us. We work and wait knowing that we aren’t working for His love. We already have that. We always will. We work so others may know Him. We work so His name would be glorified much more than it is in this moment. We work because His love moves us to. And we wait, saying, “Come quickly, Lord Jesus.”

This love is incredible. Stay resting. And trusting. And working. And waiting. And hoping. He’s coming soon.

Jesus, I am resting, resting,
In the joy of what Thou art;
I am finding out the greatness
Of Thy loving heart.
Thou hast bid me gaze upon Thee,
And Thy beauty fills my soul,
For by Thy transforming power,
Thou hast made me whole.

O, how great Thy loving kindness,
Vaster, broader than the sea!
O, how marvelous Thy goodness,
Lavished all on me!
Yes, I rest in Thee, Beloved,
Know what wealth of grace is Thine,
Know Thy certainty of promise,
And have made it mine.

Simply trusting Thee, Lord Jesus,
I behold Thee as Thou art,
And Thy love, so pure, so changeless,
Satisfies my heart;
Satisfies its deepest longings,
Meets, supplies its every need,
Compasseth me round with blessings:
Thine is love indeed!

Ever lift Thy face upon me
As I work and wait for Thee;
Resting ’neath Thy smile, Lord Jesus,
Earth’s dark shadows flee.
Brightness of my Father’s glory,
Sunshine of my Father’s face,
Keep me ever trusting, resting,
Fill me with Thy grace.


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