I had a very bad dream in the night. I woke up with a heavy heart, thinking about all the things that are making my shoulders sag even more than usual.

Matthew 11 kept knocking, very quietly. “Come to Me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest…”

I didn’t answer.

I opened the garage door to head to work, and the yoo hoo chickadees had arrived, just in time to say, “Yoo hoo!” Inside my head, I said, “Alright, God. I get it. Thank you for the reminder, once again.”

And in a span of about 15 minutes, I had forgotten and slumped back into heaviness.

I shared with Sam as we were driving to work how heavy my heart was, and he said, “Well, look at that. If that isn’t a message…”

I am grateful today for reminders everywhich way.

I am grateful today for the palm of His hand.

I am grateful today for friends who pray and believe and trust that He has Anthym and her family and is holding them tight, protecting them, shielding them, healing them, placing angels around them, and giving them peace and rest in the middle of the storm.

And I am grateful for this weight to carry, a reminder to fall back on Matthew 11.