My husband and I sat down for our quiet time this morning, and neither of us was in the mood to pray. Why bother summed up our mood. Then I pull out Jesus' words in Matthew 11: Come to me. Get away with me and you’ll recover your life. I’ll show you how to take a real rest.
When my son was diagnosed with autism more than thirty years ago, I put on my yellow rescue vest, and rarely take it off. I’ve discovered that my work as rescuer has bled over into the rest of my life. I need to let go of the myth that I have the power to rescue or change anyone but myself. God is inviting me to take off the yellow rescue vest and let God be God!