The Source

On Sunday we took Ezra to church for the first time.

I sat in the pew trying to discreetly feed him, and we heard Richard speak on 'honouring your father and mother'. Poignant angle this year!

Then we sang 'I heard the voice of Jesus say'.
It's not a song we sing much at 11am, but as we sang I felt rather thankful at the insight I was getting.

Here is a song about someone who knows the source of rest, life. They accept the invitation to rest:

"Come unto me and rest;
lay down, oh weary one, lay down
thy head upon my breast."

And they come to Jesus to be quenched:

I came to Jesus, and I drank
of that life-giving stream;
my thirst was quenched, my soul revived

As we sang I was acutely aware of the little one latched onto the source of his thirst quenching, in arms that help him to rest. He knows so clearly, so simply, and he comes so willingly.

I was thankful for his example.