For much of my life I have wrestled with the idea that my value was somehow determined by the busyness of my schedule. The more I was needed, the more important I was. This thinking has even translated into ministry. The more church responsibilities I have, the greater my relationship with the Lord. I would never say this was true, but I’ve certainly lived as if it was. Tonight I quietly watched the moon rise over the trees and was struck with my own pace of life. These past few days have provided a rest I didn’t even know I needed. Because busyness (even ministry busyness) doesn’t equal godliness.

And my soul is desperate for the things of Jesus. It’s His kindness that leads us to repentance. And I’m so grateful.


moon rise over the trees

Joanna Candy