This past weekend, our corps marked 130 years of faithful presence in Bellshill. It was a time of joy, gratitude, and deep reflection. We sang, we prayed, we celebrated, and I shared my own testimony of God’s grace in my life. It was beautiful — but it was also exhausting.
When the music fades and the crowds go home, there’s often a quiet emptiness that follows. After giving so much of ourselves — emotionally, spiritually, even physically — we can feel drained. And that’s okay. Even Jesus, after ministering to the crowds, withdrew to quiet places to rest and pray (Luke 5:16).
Rest is not weakness; it is worship. It is choosing to trust that God is still at work, even when we stop. It is allowing our souls to breathe after the intensity of service.
This week, I’m learning to:
- Pause without guilt — to sit in silence and let God’s presence refresh me.
- Receive His care — remembering that I don’t have to carry everything; He carries me.
- Find joy in small things — a walk, a cup of tea, a moment of laughter.
As we move forward from this anniversary, I want to hold onto the truth that celebration and service are only part of the rhythm of faith. Rest is the other part. And in that rest, God restores us for what lies ahead.
“He makes me lie down in green pastures, He leads me beside quiet waters, He refreshes my soul.” (Psalm 23:2–3)
May we all find that quiet place this week, and let Him refresh our souls.
The Distinct Dot 