He met me in the tub

Saturday night, I ran a bath before bed. I sleep better after being lightly boiled for about 30 minutes. Don’t y’all just love a good hot bath after a long work week? For me, it serves two purposes: it helps me sleep in a bit and relaxes my overworked muscles.

Before I got into the tub, the song “Yeshua Hamashiach” rose up in my spirit—seemingly out of nowhere, but I know when this happens, God is leading me to Him. So I opened Spotify and played it. It wasn’t long before the Presence of God joined me in the bathroom. I had no appointment to worship. It wasn’t scheduled devotion time. I had no plan to pray in the tub.

Those are the best sessions.

Taking a bath, driving, cooking, etc.—it doesn’t matter when the Father wants time with you. I laid back in the tub, eyes closed, hands stretched to the ceiling, screaming and crying, “YESHUA! YESHUA! YESHUA!” Then suddenly, I was translated someplace else. I no longer felt my appendages or flesh body in the water. I was all Spirit—CRYING out to my Father. Worshiping my Father! Arms stretched to Him, expecting to be picked up in the flesh or the spirit like a child—and He did just that.

He infused me with peace and love. The weight on my chest was heavy but fuzzy. My breathing became shallow. I knew I had to surrender more.

In my life, I’m always running in an attempt to not be still enough to feel. I wanted to hurry to get up or open my eyes, but I knew deep down I needed to just be still. So I did. I gave it all to Jesus. I didn’t know what I was giving Him, but whatever it was had become too heavy for me—and He knew it.

He is the burden bearer. I am not.

I had to give it all to Him. I had to lay the thing down at the foot of the cross, turn around, and walk away.

I didn’t realize it, but I was hurt—mentally and physically. My back hurt. My arms hurt. My legs hurt. My heart hurt. Everything in me hurt because I was doing a job that was not mine. I was carrying a load that was made for Him.

Not anymore.

I give Him my heavy load.

“Come to Me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.” — Matthew 11:28