You have been running the race. But instead of the race for glory Paul talks about, it’s beginning to feel more like a rat race of tasks and responsibilities.

You have been pouring into the hearts of your team. But rather than pouring out of the overflow of your soul, you feel like you’re reaching into the depths of an empty cistern and have nothing to give.

You’ve been soliciting Scripture for truths to impart on the body. But instead of experiencing richness and divine inspiration, you are coming up dry and feeling at a loss for words as you lead.

You feel tired, worn, perhaps even beaten down by the criticism (er… feedback) you receive on a weekly basis.

Oh weary leader, your soul needs rest. The enemy has crept in and stolen space where the Spirit dwells and you are experiencing the fallout of self overcoming surrender.

Perhaps “hurry” is the thing draining your soul. You have slowly allowed your drive for productivity to overtake your desire for Him. One great theologian shared that as believers, we need to “ruthlessly eliminate all hurry” from our lives because “hurry is the great enemy of the spiritual life in our day. Hurry destroys souls.” It chokes the felt presence of God. Hurry is rooted in self—the idea that the more that I accomplish, the more valuable I am. When hurry increases, our awareness of our dependence has likely decreased.

You’ve been given a calling—and it’s a high one. But not a prideful one. It requires more “putting off” than most (Eph. 4:22). It requires the pursuit of rest and stillness (Ps. 46:10). And it results in energy, vision and passion for His will and glory. Finding peace and rest is part of the equipping process to accomplish His perfect will on this earth (Heb. 13:20).  

Oh weary leader, would you find your rest in Him? Maybe the powerful lyrics of this ancient hymn will encourage your heart.

Jesus, I am resting, resting
In the joy of what thou art;
I am finding out the greatness
Of thy loving heart.
Thou hast bid me gaze upon thee,
As thy beauty fills my soul,
For by thy transforming power,
|Thou hast made me whole.

O how great thy lovingkindness,
Vaster, broader than the sea!
O how marvelous thy goodness
Lavished all on me!
Yes, I rest in thee, Beloved,
Know what wealth of grace is thine,
Know thy certainty of promise
And have made it mine.

Simply trusting thee, Lord Jesus,
I behold thee as thou art,
And thy love, so pure, so changeless,
Satisfies my heart;
Satisfies its deepest longings,
Meets, supplies its every need,
Compasseth me round with blessings:
Thine is love indeed.

Ever lift thy face upon me
As I work and wait for thee;
Resting 'neath thy smile, Lord Jesus,
Earth's dark shadows flee.
Brightness of my Father's glory,
Sunshine of my Father's face,
Keep me ever trusting, resting,
Fill me with thy grace.