I noticed them today, tiny blue dragonflies flitting just above the surface of the water. They were hovering near a small tangle of stems barely breaking the surface. But the constant motion of the water kept these fearful dragonflies from actually landing and resting on the water plants. And so these persistent little dragonflies, knowing there is a resting place, just kept hovering, weary but undeterred.
How often do I hover over something, so near to it that I could touch it, but too fearful to reach out and test the waters? How long, once I have grown weary, before I will give up and miss out on rest?
Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest…for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.
–Matthew 11: 28-29