walk..

The sky was bright, the air was light and clear. The sun was warm and the breeze had the most delicious chill. 

“I must get out there” she thought. The day was beckoning to her. It was as if the day was made just for her. She was born for days like this. “A walk. It is perfect for a walk” she thought. 

Out she bounded and began to ran. She did not want to be running but her body forced it. It ran all the time, it had forgotten how to walk.

“NO!” her feet shouted

“No!” her legs groaned. “We have run too much. We need rest. We need not run all the time!”

She battled, feeling guilty, I should run, I need to run. But you need rest. You need to stop and remember the day. Breathe and take in the glory. The brightness of the sun. It doesn’t happen every day. No, there is always something that needs to be done.

-Bless your race my child, but sometimes you need to rest. Come into my rest.- 

She heard the voice push heavy on her heart and she could not go on. She could barely breathe. The weight of those words stopped her in her tracks.

-Come into my rest. Give me your yoke-

She stopped and looked into the sky. She looked beyond the sky, into the deep vastness that is beyond. And finally a breath flew into her lungs. Not so much breathed in as it was blown in. And  then out. And a tear pushed out and down her cheek.

Sometimes we just need to walk with him.