I Tried

I tried to run this morning. It was like swimming through mud.

I tried to pray this morning. It was like trying to open my stuck window, seeking fresh air.

I tried to read my Bible. This, God's own words to me. It was like brittle corn shucks dropping off the grain. Dry. Tasteless.

I tried. Really, I did.

The dog pulls me forward. I keep running.

My Best leans near, speaking tender, “Allow me,” and with strong arms pushes up the window. A fresh breeze blows through, cooling.

God's Spirit whispers sweet, “Allow Me.”

Allow Him??

Allow. Permit. Let Him. Yield.

“Yield to the Lord, and enter His sanctuary...” 2 Chronicles 30:8a

Let Him do what I can not. Allow Him to be my refuge. Enter into His rest.

I tried and failed. I permit and words leap off the page into my heart, reverberating Truth.

I relish the sweetness, the flavor.

I stop trying and allow.