Restless for Rest

Over the past holiday weekend, my family visited my hometown for a few days. When the kids were in bed one night, my husband and I went for a run around my neighborhood. As we started out, I gazed at all the houses that I had passed by so many times before. It had been years, but I knew each turn. I knew each hill, and I knew what house I’d be turning the corner to see. I knew the distance of the loop, and I could visualize its layout in my head as we ran. I had biked these roads for hours, I had walked them, hustled to the bus on them,  and occasionally (very slowly) I ran them too.

How amazing to have something so imprinted in my memory that I know what the next turn is, even though it’s been  5, 10, or 15 years later. As I marveled at this, I couldn’t help but to think how I long to know my Savior in that way.

Do I know his character like this? Do I know his truth like this? Have I rehearsed it, read of it, meditated on it to where it is in the forefront of my mind when I need it? Do I really know the evidence of his steadfast love, of his mercy, of his power so those are truths seared into my memory?

It reminds me of the verses in Deuteronomy 11:18 to “lay up these words of mine in your heart and in your soul, and you shall bind them as a sign on your hand, and they shall be as frontlets between your eyes.”

While this seems like such a happy Instagram worthy verse, the truth is God’s reminding them of the blessings he will give them if they obey him as their God and describing in detail the destruction they will see if they don’t. (Kind of makes you think twice before putting that on a coffee mug, eh?)

The truth is though, that’s what I need- and that’s what I want- the whole truth. If I’d be honest, I so easily forget the character of God. I forget the warnings he gives again and again through the Bible, and I forget the promises he has made. I may be able to bring up those popular verses if I need to, but their messages seem to get drowned out by my circumstances.