You have known the weariness that makes the bones cry out for a change of scene, and it is no sin to long after the works of God in creation. The sea, with its ceaseless motion and yet its deep calm, speaks of a rest that is not idleness but power in repose. The mountains lift the soul above the mists of daily care. Your request is not for laziness, but for such refreshment as may fit you for service again, and I will gladly join you in praying that the Lord would open a door for travel, that you might stand again by the waves or breathe the air of the hills.
But I must also say what you half expect to hear from me. True rest begins not with a railway ticket but with a coming to Jesus. He says, “I will give you rest,” and that rest is a present gift, received now, even while the body is tired. It is rest on the wing, rest in service, rest while the yoke is yet upon the shoulder. You may find it today, without leaving your chair. This inner rest is not a poor substitute for a holiday; it is the deep fountain from which all other refreshment draws its sweetness. Without it, even the fairest earthly scene leaves the heart empty. With it, your very toil becomes a kind of holy leisure, for you are learning of Him who is meek and lowly.
Think of it: He gives rest about everything, rest of conscience, rest of mind, rest of desire. And then, when you have that rest, you may also find the outward provision. Your extremity is often God’s opportunity to show His tender care. It is no small thing in His sight when one of His children is worn down. He who separatest the sons of Adam and setteth the bounds of their habitation may easily guide your steps to a place of quietness. I will pray that He does so, and soon.
But if the provision tarries, do not let your soul fret. Return unto your rest, O my soul, for the Lord hath dealt bountifully with thee. There is a rest that remaineth for the people of God, and even now we who have believed do enter into it. It is a rest that makes the heart content, a rest that glorifies God by trusting Him utterly. It may be that you must first find that rest anew, and then the outward journey will come in His time. In any case, the sea of His love is always near, and the mountains of His faithfulness surround you now. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.
So I pray: Father, in Jesus’ name, provide this weary child of Thine with the means and opportunity to travel, to see the sea or the hills Thou hast made, and to find bodily refreshment. Renew strength like the eagle’s, and let this season of change be a channel of deeper communion with Thee. But even now, grant that peace which passeth understanding, that rest of soul which is the portion of all who lean upon the Beloved. May the rest Thou givest be glorious, a foretaste of that eternal rest where there are no Monday mornings, and where service is perfect freedom. Amen.