Stop. Breathe. Come to Me.


“Come to me all who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest.” Matthew 11:28

I am a weary, tired, and exhausted momma. For the last four nights I have stayed up into the wee hours of the morning trying to complete a number of homework assignments for graduate school. As I sat at my computer dozing off while I attempted to write an eight page paper, I realized I was in desperate need of some serious rest.

I was weary, tired, and exhausted, and as much as I hate to admit it, I wanted to tell all my social media friends just how tired I was. I wanted everyone to sympathize with my weary, tired, and exhausted soul. And I did. I opened Facebook. I even typed a “whoa is me” status sure to get many sympathy “likes.” But then I stopped.

“Come to me, January. I will give you rest.”

I shut off my computer. I opened my Bible, and I went to Him.

It wasn’t the only time today that I would be reminded to rest in Him. Most moms can probably relate to the wrestling, coercing, and pleading that is required to get a load of children outside or inside any building, or even into and out of a car on some days. Add to this the fact that your keys are at the bottom of your purse, or under a child’s butt after buckling him in a car seat; that you have all your children’s artwork tucked into three of the bags that you are carrying (because I HAVE to keep EVERY piece of artwork, and find a place for it); and your already weary, tired, and exhausted. Certainly a meltdown of some sort is coming soon.

Usually it’s the kids who have the meltdowns. This time it was the weary, tired and exhausted momma!

See, my car never locks on its own. Usually, I can guarantee that once I have packed all three or four bags and children in, that the drivers door is always unlocked. But, this morning, the one where I was already dog-tired and bone-weary, my car decided to lock on its own.

Of course.

And where were the keys?

Under the butt of a now buckled in little boy. In a car that was now locked. With a mom who was not in it.

Of course.

And, I did what a weary, tired, exhausted momma would do. I panicked! I moped, I cried. I may have even said a swear word, or two. Here I was locked out of my own car. In the cold. While my kids sat on the inside. Alone.

“Come to me, January. I will give you rest.”

I wanted to crumble in a crying heap in the parking lot, but that still small voice reminded me to “Stop! Breathe! And go to Jesus!”

He wants us to give Him our burdens. He says so in Matthew 11:28-30. “Take my yoke upon you. Let me teach you, because I am humble and gentle at heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy to bear, and the burden I give you is light.”

Once I stopped, took a breath, and went to Jesus instead of the asphalt in the parking lot, I found that the answer to my horrible mommy moment was in fact easy, because I had kids in the car that could obviously unlock it for me.

And the reminders to stop, breathe, and go to Jesus didn’t stop in that parking lot. It continued as I proceeded to scream my frustration at a failed internet connection, and an unsaved assignment. The reminder to “Come to me,” and give my burden to Him was brought to the forefront of my mind again. Stop. Breathe. Come to me.

How many times do we make projects, assignments, issues, relationships, and life hard to bear simply because we fail to go to Jesus? Because we fail to give him our burden? Because we fail to let him help lighten our loads just a little bit? How many bouts of frustration, fights, and meltdowns would we avoid if we simply learned to remind ourselves to stop, breathe, and go to Jesus?

I may not get the physical rest I so desperately need while in the midst of mothering, working, studying, and ministering, but I can breathe a little knowing that Jesus will carry my burdens for me. If I stop, breathe, and go to him, he will ensure that the way to get all these things accomplished will be just a little bit easier.

2 responses to “Stop. Breathe. Come to Me.”

  1. Aren’t you so glad we have God to come to when life gets hard? Thanks for sharing this January! I am praying for you!

  2. […] I did it again. For the second time in less than two weeks, I managed to once again lock a kid inside our vehicle. While the first time my 6 year old was able to come to the rescue, in this instance, […]

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