As I drove to work I turned the radio down. I didn't want any cheerful music, it would only remind me of how bad I felt. As I drove I kept trying to push back the thoughts.

What am I going to do...how am I going to deal with this... how much longer will I have to put up with this...

And interspersed in the questions was all of this analytical thinking.

Well, maybe this is a clue as to the root of all this...if it happens that way, then this will happen next...But it might be this is the case... I could try this...no that won't work...

After a few minutes of that I told myself to shut up! I don't want to think about this anymore. Yet I kept being plagued by this endless barrage of thoughts. Trying to reason out what I should do, analyzing what was going on. I was getting agitated and it was weighing down on me.

I pulled into the parking lot. I got out and started walking towards my office building. Still being plagued! Finally I had enough. I stopped and threw up my hands, shook my head and said out loud, "Lord I've had it. You know what's going on. And I've had enough. I'm tired of thinking about this, I'm tired of trying to figure this out, I'm tired of dealing with it, I'm tired of the whole thing. Enough is enough, I've had it, I'm tired, I'm Tired, I'm TIRED." I paused for a moment feeling a little relieved at letting out some of my frustration. I shook my head again threw my hands back down and started into the building.

As walked past the office of a particular friend I had this sudden urge to stop. I went about four paces past and stopped. Then suddenly the notion came to mind, "ask what it was you told her a few weeks ago". I tried to remember, but nothing came to mind. I recalled the conversation, and I even recalled a lot of what was said. But I wasn't getting a fit. So I figured, well, it won't hurt to ask. So I turned around, walked back and stood in the doorway for a moment trying to compose the question.

Finally I asked, "this may sound stupid, but what was it I told you the other day that helped you out with the problem you were dealing with?"

She paused for a moment, turned to me with a thoughtful look and said, "rest, you said rest".

Suddenly I heard everything I had said just moments ago outside on the parking lot running right back through my head. "I've had it...blah blah blah...I'm tired, I'm Tired, I'm TIRED". Then another thought jumped right in there at the end. "So you're tired, you might as well try entering my rest, you've tried just about everything else".

ZING.....

When God zings you it brings an interesting moment. You're both embarrassed and relieved!

Resting in Him,