Nourish

Sit a while.
Wait and see.
I cry out,
Come to Me!
You are not made for busy.
You are not made for stress.
Come, My child,
And rest.
Rest.
Even when you are doing nothing
You are successful to Me.
Even when you fail,
I still watch and see
That you love Me,
You need Me,
And sometimes when you're lost
You forget to come to Me,
Then count the cost.
Lost hours of peace,
Of needed rest,
All you have to do is come to Me
And confess
Your need for Me,
Your longing,
To come Home and to exhale.
You can lie down in green meadows,
My Love for you will prevail.
My Love will be with you wherever you go,
But sometimes when you forget to slow
I seem distant to you,
Uncaring,
Aloof,
But busyness blinds you,
It gives you false proof
That I am absent,
            or lacking
In My care for you,
When the truth is,
I never leave you!
Nourish yourself,
Dear one,
Come to Me!
Do yourself a favour
And believe that I am freely
Able and willing to comfort and protect.
To strengthen you
And fortify you,
In My Love I will never forget
That you struggle,
You stumble,
But your heart is in the right place,
Oh, My dear child,
Seek My Face!
Your nourishment comes from My Hand.
Your strength is worked out in My Plans.
So refresh, restore, bring everything to Me,
And you'll see, when you come, dear one,
That I will set you free.