And ye beneath life's crushing load whose forms are bending lowTo me they speak of hope, joy and peace all in one. I desire to be intentional in "resting" beside the weary road. I want to take a few extra moments in the spaces of my days and listen oh so closely to "hear the angels sing".
Who toil along the climbing way with painful steps and slow
Look up for glad and golden hours come swiftly on the wing
O rest beside the weary road and hear the angels sing.
What about you...?
If you aren't already, go ahead and spend some time this season taking the permission you've been given... to rest and listen.