Rest Begins With an Invitation — “Come to Me
Devotional week 49
Imagine someone standing at the edge of a river after a long, tiring journey. Their bodies ache, their hands tremble with weariness. Before them flows fresh, clear water, clean and ready to drink. But instead of kneeling to take a deep, refreshing drink, they fumble with shaking hands or try to scoop water into a cracked, broken container. The water is right there, but they are too tired, distracted, or caught up in their routine to actually pause and drink.
Planted, Not Misplaced
Devotional week 32
I had never left my home state in the South before. So when I moved to the North for the first time, it felt like stepping into a different world. The journey was long and dusty. The roads stretched endlessly. The weather was dry and hot, unlike the green, humid South I was used to. Then came the food — different textures, different tastes. Everything felt unfamiliar. I missed home almost immediately.