Its that old familiar place. I've run hard, done as much as my body, mind and heart can handle without causing me to flat out fall apart. So I'm back in this place of just resting within the presence of the Creator and perfector.
And I'm at peace. No guilt at not doing it more often, no shame in my exhaustion, but thankful for the opportunities to have been used for Divine glory. Of course, my imperfections and sin rear their heads and cry out how unworthy I am to enter into the presence of the King, but just as quickly Christ comforts and covers me in his grace and blood setting me free.
Thankful for the ways Jesus will continue to dwell within, perfecting me and carrying me thru being used and keeping me focused while I run. I keep saying that November is coming and rest will happen then. Truth be told, rest will happen as I abide in Him. So, while I run...I will abide.