To Be Yolked

Sitting in the dark.  The white space of the screen the only thing lighting the night.  Bed time conversation with my Shoulders about the times we're in, and how, because I'm not in church, I feel it.  Keenly.  Driving around in the world.  Shopping around.  Touching the world and becoming full of its dust.  The dirt that clings.  To me.  Makes me feel like a plow horse.  Pulling hard.  Yolked hard.  Held hard.

HE says, "Come to me all ye who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.  Take my yolk upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.  For my yolk is easy, and my burden is light."  Matthew 11:28-30.

Grateful for this quiet time.  Alone in the late with Him.  Away from all the ways I disappoint my husband, my children, my parents, my siblings, my friends.  The ways I fall short of housekeeping and meal making.  That fat roll hanging over my pants.

Here with Him, the yolk falls away, and I am accepted.  I am ashamed, but He's just glad I came!  Together, we wash down the dust, the doubt, the guilt, the grout.  Here, I am beautiful.  Just here.  And it is good.  To be known.  To be loved.

To be harnessed to the deep rest of His yolk,

Bernadette