Welcome to the House of Rest.

Come on in, the kettle’s on. Let me pour you a cup of tea, and point you to my favorite chair. Put your feet up on this ottoman—yes. Like that. Are you comfortable? Do you need some honey or a spoon? I’ve lit the fire just for you.

I hope you feel safe enough to rest awhile—to lay down that heavy pack you’ve been carting every where. I know there are some burdens that no one else but God will ever see—I promise not to pry. You can share as you like. I’ll do the same. But won’t you sit here with me and rest awhile? 

Stay as long as you need. I’m so glad you are here.

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Between you and me, the cup and the steam—let's name the ache so we can lean into the Rest of God.

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Lover of Jesus. Wife. Mama x 5. Writer of poetry and stories. Farmer & Foodie. Avid tea drinker. Hater of laundry. Helping you name the ache, and lean into the rest of God.