My thoughts were as cluttered as the countertops strewn with papers and backpacks and all the other things that were not in their rightful place.
Perhaps that’s why I chose to venture outdoors to find my whitespace-- a place free from chaos, a place where I could find peace as I listened to the birds singing and the wind blowing through the trees, a place where I could just be still and give it all to Jesus.
All alone with my thoughts in this quiet, restful place I discovered this resting was not easy. I willed myself to stay --to remain still-- as my heart was more and more exposed with each word from Bonnie’s pen, words that seemed as though they were written just for me.
"This new world of whitespace can feel disorienting--doing things that yield no use to anyone other than being God’s cherished daughter."
"…no use to anyone", those words pierced my heart as I read them and thought of how diligently I had labored to do more, to be more and yet still felt as if I had no value and that there was no use, no purpose for me. The idea of accomplishing nothing and still being cherished by God seemed unimaginable. But not only did He love me even if I did nothing to earn it, He loved me in spite of all that I had done to not deserve it.
"Jesus is leading us to the operating room of grace, where the past isn’t forgotten but remembered. We are free to remember. This is God’s gift to you. And me."
All along I had been trying to forget the past but God didn’t want me to just forget, He wanted me to be free…
"But the truth is, I’m not free inside. What I need—and what I don’t have—is soul rest."
Friends, I know that many of you are on this same journey and I want to reassure you that it’s ok because we’re not traveling alone—Jesus is at our side with every step we take and sometimes He even carries us.