Rest, ye heavy laden...

Our Daily Bread
When you get to a certain age, you either want to sleep a lot or not sleep much at all.  That pattern can vary  great deal over the course of a week!  I seem to require much more sleep than normal the past several months.  I finally stopped feeling guilty when friends and family reminded me how I choose to live a busy life and I need the rest!

Whether we keep ourselves busy or we are heavy laden or whatever our situation, Jesus encourages us to get our proper rest.  Pray.  Stay charged up so we can serve Him and love others.  As one old country preacher reminded me "You can't dip from an empty well!".  LOL  Stop.  Take a look at your life.  Your activities. Relax. Rest. Pray. Follow the example of our Lord!

Jesus Christ, Son of God, thank you for your direction to take care of ourselves.  

Psalm Sunday
Let's read Psalm 144 today.  This is very, very interesting to me.  The timing worked out so we are reading this psalm on Memorial Day weekend!  AND, I am in Washington DC for a long weekend vacation.  Let's say this psalm for our great nation!

Psalm 144

Prayer for National Deliverance and Security

Of David.

1 Blessed be the Lord, my rock,
    who trains my hands for war, and my fingers for battle;
2 my rock and my fortress,
    my stronghold and my deliverer,
my shield, in whom I take refuge,
    who subdues the peoples under me.
3 O Lord, what are human beings that you regard them,
    or mortals that you think of them?
4 They are like a breath;
    their days are like a passing shadow.
5 Bow your heavens, O Lord, and come down;
    touch the mountains so that they smoke.
6 Make the lightning flash and scatter them;
    send out your arrows and rout them.
7 Stretch out your hand from on high;
    set me free and rescue me from the mighty waters,
    from the hand of aliens,
8 whose mouths speak lies,
    and whose right hands are false.
9 I will sing a new song to you, O God;
    upon a ten-stringed harp I will play to you,
10 the one who gives victory to kings,
    who rescues his servant David.
11 Rescue me from the cruel sword,
    and deliver me from the hand of aliens,
whose mouths speak lies,
    and whose right hands are false.
12 May our sons in their youth
    be like plants full grown,
our daughters like corner pillars,
    cut for the building of a palace.
13 May our barns be filled,
    with produce of every kind;
may our sheep increase by thousands,
    by tens of thousands in our fields,
14     and may our cattle be heavy with young.
May there be no breach in the walls, no exile,
    and no cry of distress in our streets.
15 Happy are the people to whom such blessings fall;
    happy are the people whose God is the Lord.

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God loves each of us as if there were only one of us. —Augustine