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.