The heart grows weary when it is long shut in from the beauty of God's creation, the great sea, the lasting hills, and your longing for travel is no small thing, for He made both body and soul and knows your frame. Yet I must first set before you a deeper truth: there is a rest which is given, present and perfect, the moment a soul comes to Christ and lays its burden down. Have you entered that rest? It is not rest after death, nor after a time of probation, but rest now, the rest of the mind fixed upon Him, the rest of trust. If you have this, then you may rightly ask the Lord for the renewal of your body through a change of scene, for even our blessed Lord took His disciples apart to a desert place to rest a while.
But see to it that your desire for the seaside or the mountains does not become a rest you seek apart from Him, as if the mere shifting of outward circumstances could quiet the soul. True rest is rest on the wing, rest in motion, rest in service, it is taking Christ’s yoke upon you and finding it easy. So pray thus: “Lord, if it please Thee, send me Thine own relief in the form of travel; but even while I stay, be Thyself my resting place.” For the ungodly rest in their sins, but the believer rests in God, and that is a rest which endures whether he be by the sounding sea or in a crowded city.
I will pray with you for the travel you miss. It is not mischief to ask bread for the body when your soul has first learned to feast on Christ. Even the young hart upon the mountains of Bether suggests how Christ can bound over dividing hills to meet His beloved; how easy it is for Him to open a door to the coast or the hills for a wearied child. Cry to Him, “Come over the mountains of my difficulties, make a way where there is no way.” And we will ask together that He might provide, in His season, a seasonable holiday, even as He satisfied the poor with bread. There are no Monday mornings in heaven, but while you are here, a taste of that rest through His kindness in travel may strengthen you for the days ahead.
Yet mark this: if He should deny the outward journey, He will not deny the inward. “Trust and you shall rest.” Labor for the Lord Jesus even in your weariness, and you may sleep upon the wing. Return then to your rest, O soul, and take up the prayer for travel as a child asks a Father who knows what is good. He can make His rest glorious for you, whether by a cottage window at home or by the waves He holds in the hollow of His hand. I pray He grants you the desires of your heart, and in the granting or the denying, teaches you to say, “He is my eternal rest.”