I’m becoming more pensive as I age. Part of that is probably my life-long spiritual gift of overthinking almost everything, but I believe another reality is also at play here. Life just naturally gets heavier as you get older.
The kids’ college tuition looms on the horizon.
Your body begins reminding you that you’re human.
Joys and regrets fill the suddenly half-written chapters of your life.
People are no longer enamored by your youthful passion, they expect things from you.
Have I saved enough?
Have I prayed enough?
Have I loved enough?
Am I wise enough?
Where do you find all this newly needed strength when life stops spotting your bench press?
Strangely enough, it seems to be in your weakness.
Where I end, God begins. The faster I run out of me, the sooner I get all of Him. His yoke is easy. His burden is light. And there is rest for my soul.
So if you catch me staring off into the distance, pensively pondering all the heavy realities of life with a furrowed brow, remind me of this would you? It’s not that life doesn’t get weighty at times, it’s just that we were never meant to drag it down the road alone. In fact, we can’t.
Rest is not the absence of heavy responsibility. In Christ, they can coexist.