I’ve heard this saying for a while that has really stuck out to me: “Be the type of woman that when her feet hit the floor in the morning the devil says,”Crap she’s up.”” Over the past few weeks I’ve been learning more and more about what it looks like to be that type of woman without absolutely draining myself.
You see, I’ve always had this picture of what it looks like to fight the devil— flaming arrows flying, fists swinging, and Jesus swooping in and saving the day after a long, hard, battle. All of that fighting followed by a pat on the back and a nice long cat nap. Lie. That’s not always what fighting for the things of God look like. Sometimes it looks like choosing to walk out in faithfulness of the little things, other times it looks like seeing a sin and smashing it into the ground with everything you have. Ephesians 6:12 even tells us about fighting for the things of God: “For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms.” We aren’t promised an easy fight–but what we are promised is that the God of the universe will never leave us or forsake us in the midst of this battle. However, I have a tendency to seek out a battle to fight… when in reality, Jesus tells me in Matthew 11:30 to take on his yoke, because his yoke is easy and his burden is light. Rest. A simple truth that in the crazy American culture of today somehow gets lost in the midst of tests, relationships, studying, coffee, food, naps, jobs, and applications to grad schools. Rest.
There was a point in my life about two and half weeks ago where just about every hour of every day was filled with coffee dates, studying, or grabbing lunch with someone somewhere. I was drained. It took everything in me to get out of bed in the morning because I was going and going and going, kind of like the energizer bunny without the energy. I sat up one morning and asked God why I felt like I was defeated before my feet even hit the floor. His response, “You’re trying to fight everyone else’s fight plus your own. My child, be still and let me refresh you.” It was then that I realized, for the umpteenth time, that I am absolutely incapable of doing anything on my own. It was then, I took on the yoke of Jesus and began my, now current, learning process.
I’m learning that rest is just as much fighting as picking up a baseball bat and crushing satan’s head into the ground. Painting my fingernails and drinking a cup of tea with Jesus is just as impactful as a full on fight–why? Because rest equips us physically and emotionally to fully take on and be whole heartedly invested into everything God calls us to. Rest is vital to walking with Jesus…because Jesus isn’t all about go go go go go…he tells us to rest. He loves us enough to let us rest. So here is a challenge: before you go into your next day swinging…ask God: do I rest or fight today? What does that look like? Let’s watch our lives be transformed by simply asking and obeying God in every day battles.