In Texas I grew up around massive pecan trees (pronounced PAH-caan, PEE-cans are for truckers) that lined my grandparent's street. At certain times of the year the highest of branches would house a creepy thick web that I always feared would be knocked loose and fall on my head.
There are moments while I lie in bed that I feel tangled in those webs and branches. I feel completely caught in the limbs and leaves of my worries and fears, at the very top of my tree I consider my life. I try to fight against them, but I only get more consumed, deeper into the thicket knowing that at any moment I could fall.
It is in those moments I have to take a deep breath and stop fighting. It is in these moments YOU have to take a deep breath and stop fighting. It is only then that we can slowly lay down every problem that we have no power to solve that scurries through our heads, much like a squirrel.
The squirrels in the pecan trees would often piss my grandfather off. They would take the fruit of the tree -the pecan-and gnaw at them, leaving the remnants behind as merely a reminder of what could have been. Our fears, our worries, our daily regrets gnaw away at the fruit that Jesus desires to produce in your life, and in mine.
But as I find the grace to free myself, I slowly and peacefully travel down the strength of the tree, confident that I can't fail if I depend on Him. I sink into the soil following the root, the foundation of my soul–deep, deep into the ground where I am safe from the wind, safe from the intrusions, safe from myself. It is only then, that I can find rest.
Find your rest this weekend!