Party Invitations

After all these years I am still secretly thrilled when I get an invitation to a party. Must be unresolved little girl memories. I love everything about an invitation: the anticipation of who is going to be there, the possibility of a surprise, the decorations, the ice cream, the cake. Heck, I don’t even care if it’s one of those houseware or jewelry parties. The fact that I’ve been included in something the least little bit special is enough to make my heart beat a little faster.
This week, I’ve been a little down about the dreariness of January. Christmas is over, work looms for me and not enough work looms for Teacher Husband. Bills, like death and taxes, are always with us. You know what I’m talking about. It’s like that thing Mary Engelbreit says: “Life is just so DAILY.”
My heart hungers for something special, something to look forward to, something fun.
An invitation to a party.
I’ve been kicking this around for the last couple of days, and today I found one. But it wasn't where I expected it to be.

Come to me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you, and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart; and you shall find rest for your souls. For My yoke is easy, and My load is light. Matthew 11:28

I am looking for something to rescue me from the bleakness of January, and the Creator of Heaven and Earth invites me to sit next to him and learn from him: gently, calmly, quietly. I am looking for a temporary distraction. He offers a long-term cure for my restlessness. I want a break from my schedule. He is looking into my soul.

I have my party invitation. All that's left is my response.