When I’m still awake at 11:30 washing dishes because I don’t have a partner to share the household load, you are my True Rest. 

When the weight of my new life bears down and feels impossibly heavy to carry, you are my True Rest. 

When my to-do list has taken on a life of its own, you are my True Rest. 

When the reality of solo parenting washes over me and I feel like I can’t breathe, you are my True Rest. 

When the memories torment and taunt, telling the truer story of what was actually happening in my marriage, you are my True Rest. 

When I’m awake in the middle of the night because the cares and worries won’t stop churning in my mind, you are my True Rest. 

When I’m carrying groceries up two flights of stairs to my apartment and desperately missing my beautiful family home with the two-car garage, you are my True Rest. 

When I spend Saturday all alone and the halls of my home feel hauntingly quiet, you are my True Rest. 

When fears won’t ease and provision for our future feels thin as glass, you are my True Rest. 

When it feels like the darkness and grief will never lift, you are my True Rest. 

Oh, dear Shepherd of my soul, you are my True Rest. In you alone do I find peace. 

Chaos, sorrow, fear, and anxiety are severe enemies, but you carry me to safety. 

You lead me beside quiet waters. 
You restore my soul. 
Tuck me in and be my True Rest again 
today, 
and tonight, 
and all my tomorrows.