Let Me Be Your Crutch

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Yesterday was one of those days…the kind of day that from the minute you open your eyes, you’re off and running and you pretty much never stop.  Secretly, I kind of live for these days, because there’s a part of me that likes the energy and the pressure, but whether you love them or hate them, there’s no denying that at the end of the day, you’re exhausted.

Driving home from work, all I wanted to do was unwind with an episode of The Real Housewives of New Jersey, which no matter how you slice it makes no sense, because NO portion of that show is relaxing.

As I pondered this brilliant plan, I felt a little voice–THE voice–whisper to me and say, “Too often you use TV as your crutch; let Me be your crutch…”     

Wow…many times I wonder if I hear God, but in this instance, there was just no mistaking it.  “Let Me be your crutch.” 

It’s easy to talk about how God is our rock, how He sustains us, and strengthens us, but am I truly leaning on Him above all else?  Is He the first place I run to be refreshed, restored, and sustained?  Usually not. 

I’m quick to run to Him when I have a problem, but when I’m exhausted and drained, I rarely take Him up on His offer to “give strength to the weary and increase the power of the weak” (Isaiah 40).

Last night blew me away because I felt so pursued by God.  He didn’t just leave me to my own pitiful choices, but He came, He pleaded, and He loved…”don’t run to all those other things, come to Me.  I’m the One who can restore you.  I, and only I, can bring you the ultimate refreshment that your soul is longing for.” 

Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy-laden and overburdened, and I will cause you to rest. [I will ease and relieve and refresh your souls.]
Matthew 11:28 (Amplified)