I’ve always struggled to rest. How about you?
On a gray Saturday in Arkansas, the drumming rain simply refused to let me rush around.
Instead of ticking items off my endless list, I sat still and observed the beautiful life around me.
In that unexpected hush, God reminded me that He meets us not only in grand moments but in ordinary, soaked-through Saturdays.
This is my modern psalm of rest when rest doesn’t come easily
Written April 4, 2026, for the woman who can’t rest.
Rain
Lord, it’s currently raining— a heavy, steady rain that drums on the roof and swells the gutters until the whole world feels soaked through. The dog has settled into her bed. The cat has claimed my lap, warm and certain, as if it has always belonged to him. The grandbabies bend over their paper, crayons moving slow and deliberate, building bright worlds while the real one washes gray outside the window. You made this, didn’t You? Not only the rain— but this particular Saturday, this gentle hush, this quiet permission to do nothing at all and call it holy. You know I’m not a woman who rests easily. The lists chase me even into dreams. The to-dos slip through every door I try to close. But today? Today the rain is louder than my lists. Today the cat is heavier than my guilt. Today You have lowered the sky and told the noisy earth to hush. So I’m hushing. I’m not cleaning. I’m not worrying. I’m not rushing. I’m not striving. I’m simply here in the soft gray light, with a creature breathing against my chest, three small artists dreaming in color, a mama dog keeping her quiet watch, and You— present the way rain is present: steady, unhurried, asking nothing, needing no thanks. This is enough. You are enough. For once, I am enough. Let it rain, Lord. — Mary Kaye Chambers
📖 Relevant Scriptures
Psalm 46:10
Be still, and know that I am God: I will be exalted among the heathen, I will be exalted in the earth.
Matthew 11:28
Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.
Psalm 23:2
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
Psalm 62:1
Truly my soul waiteth upon God: from him cometh my salvation.
Ecclesiastes 3:1
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.
🪞 Reflect & Review
Take these questions to your journal, on a slow walk, or just ponder them with your morning coffee.
1. When was the last time you rested without earning it first? What made it feel allowed, or what kept it from feeling that way?
2. What does your body do when the world gets quiet? Does it settle, or does it find something else to worry about? What does that tell you?
3. If God is present in the ordinary and the unhurried, where have you been missing Him this week because you were moving too fast to notice?
💌 Before You Go
If this psalm found you in a quiet moment, there are more where it came from. Modern Psalms is an ongoing series here at This Sacred Season, written for the woman who needs honest words for God more than polished ones. Browse the full collection and come back whenever the words run dry.
And if someone you love needs permission to be still today, pass this along.