Rest for My Soul

Torment is not normal, but it is available. I do not know what I stepped in, but I am having some trouble getting it off of my shoe. The saving grace is that reality is on the other side of owning that shoe and needing to perfect it to be happy.

There is rest for my soul...and for yours too. I caught myself asking myself about that line, rest for all. I did not feel in rest. But that did not and does not change the essential fact that there is rest for all. If I am not at rest, that is the result of my choosing to be somewhere else.

Years ago I was telling Patrick about my vision of Hope. I just recalled it, and how rich it was, and is. No need to even go near the edge. Upon a rock that is higher than I. Big enough that at the center, at the feet of God, I can not even see the edge. And then as I fall into the grace of God, I even forget the edge. My enemies can not get up here on their own. I can go to the edge and look down on them and laugh, but that takes me away from gazing, in rapture.

Father, thank you for rapture.