I blocked someone’s number recently. I hate doing that. But I was continually losing it at the things they would text.

I need rest.

The block lasted three days, and on my way over to their house to help them with an errand, I was pondering if I should block them again after I was done.

I need rest.

But this song came on the radio.

I need rest.

And as I listened it was obvious that I wanted the sword; I wanted deliverance from the “enemy” who threatened my peace.

I need rest.

But He didn’t come as a helpless baby to make my life comfortable here and now. In fact, as the innkeeper experiences in the song, He often interrupts my “peace”. He knows what I need better than I do.

I need rest.

Jesus alone offers the rest I crave. No amount of productivity, relaxation, or balance thereof will end the voices that tell me I’m a failure.

I need rest.

So I remember the helpless Baby. I recall the invitation. I accept that He alone has made me worthy. And in so doing, I enter that rest.

Because I do need rest.