Let the Best Teacher of All Time Teach You
Jesus knows the answer to every question with which we wrestle. Let’s seek Him first before making a regrettable blunder.
This morning I read a familiar verse in my quiet time—“Then Jesus said, ‘Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you. Let me teach you, because I am humble and gentle, and you will find rest for your souls’” (Matthew 11:28-29).
I’ve read this passage hundreds of times, but today the words Let me teach you fairly popped off the page and into my heart.
Consider this…
Easy, right?
Well, maybe for some. For others, not so much. We might argue, throw a tizzy fit, and cling to whatever measure of control we think we own, but doing so gets us nowhere. Let’s be honest. God is God, and we are not. Why insist on relying on our own smarts when His knowledge and wisdom far surpass ours?
Jesus knows when we feel confused or at a loss. He says, “Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens…let me teach you.” And then He makes a promise: “You will find rest for your souls.”
Rest. Sounds so, so good. No more striving to solve the problem. No more struggling to find the perfect strategy. No more straining to discover the ideal solution.
Jesus knows the answer to every question with which we wrestle. Let’s seek Him first before making a regrettable blunder. Let’s listen for His response, let’s let Him teach us, and let’s commit to doing whatever He says.
Know you are loved,
Grace
I’m just in awe of how you can throw away all your stuff. I’ve been trying to clean out my basement like shredding papers that should have been done years ago. It has been so tiring. Plus I’ve been helping my Dad from time to time to clear out his house. So I admire you. But I do know that God will richly bless you for your obedience. I appreciate your newsletter.
Floreen, thank you for your kind words. Purging my house hasn’t been easy. I agree with you–it is tiring. I’ve had to look at my stuff and evaluate it with questions like, “When was the last time I used this?” and “What are the chances I’ll need it on the sailboat?” Seriously, I’ve sorted boxes that I brought into this house three years ago and haven’t opened since. Like, why do I think I need to keep those contents if I wasn’t even aware of their presence and obviously didn’t miss them? It’s been quite the exercise (in more ways than one!). Today I realized that, of all the things I’ve donated, I don’t even remember what most of them were. I guess I won’t miss those either. Carry on, my friend. Keep shredding those papers. You’ll be thankful you did.