Remember those old rock polishers? The ones from the seventies that were handed down to the kids in the nineties? The machine would take ordinary gravel and clank it around in a canister until the rocks came out completely polished and perfect. That’s kind of what it feels like when we go through seasons filled with discord, discouragement, and pain - - there comes a point (even if it takes years) when we realize that the experience wasn’t set in place to break us. At some point, we accept that the experience (and how it was dealt with) is what brought the polishing.
When it comes to finding rest in those moments, prayer keeps me sane. Isaiah 40:31 tells me that if I WAIT on the Lord, my strength is renewed. What does it mean to wait on the Lord when it feels like our heads are being put through a rock polisher? It means to pursue him in prayer when we least feel like it; to seek him when it seems like he’s forgotten us (he hasn’t); to constantly go back to him for strength, because no one else and nothing else has the power to renew in the way that he does. Whatever your place of chaos is right now, I’m praying that you would experience supernatural peace in your storm, hope in the darkest places, and renewal of your entire mind and spirit as you seek him. “I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and eat with him, and he with me” He’s promised himself to you; respond to him and experience rest.