come and sit with me

Our house, our new beloved house, that we had prayed for and dreamed about was being covered in Eider White paint. The dining room, the living room, the kitchen, the hallway all transformed from the baby yellow we received this home in into a not-too-white, white. (If you are a woman, you understand).

My mom and husband had been working tirelessly all day, their outfits and skin sprinkled in the muted white, their bodies aching, and their eyes tired. I had been running around, performing the necessary errands that come with a new home. The little things you don’t know you need until you start making the space yours and realizing there is a lightbulb out or a handle missing.

I returned and sat on the steps for a moment as A painted the hallway. Seeing him work away I realized it must be time to put myself to good use. "I'm going to go clean downstairs," I announced.

But he stopped me.

"Don’t worry over that for now," he said. "We can take care of that later. Just sit and be with me."

Just sit and be with me. Stop your busy hustling, your doing. Just sit and and lets keep each other company.

And isn’t that the gospel? Isn’t that the Christian life? We think we need to perform and to do and to earn and really all Jesus is saying is come sit with him. He's done the work and now all he wants is to be with us. Won't you come and sit with him?

He is saying that he doesn't need us in our busy buzzing, our serving, earning, striving. He just wants us to come to him. He has done the work. No need to clean ourselves up or hurry to get the job done. He's the one cleaning us up and the job is done.

"Come to me," he says, "all who are weary and heavy laden and I will give you rest."

Come and sit with him for awhile. No need to do anything else. The work is done.

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