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Rest in God, My Soul

Eight Sunday in Ordinary Time

First Reading: Isaiah 49:14-15

Zion said, “The LORD has forsaken me;
my LORD has forgotten me.”
Can a mother forget her infant,
be without tenderness for the child of her womb?
Even should she forget,
I will never forget you.

Responsorial Psalm: Psalm 62:2-3, 6-7, 8-9

R. (6a) Rest in God alone, my soul.
Only in God is my soul at rest;
from him comes my salvation.
He only is my rock and my salvation,
my stronghold; I shall not be disturbed at all.
R. Rest in God alone, my soul.
Only in God be at rest, my soul,
for from him comes my hope.
He only is my rock and my salvation,
my stronghold; I shall not be disturbed.
R. Rest in God alone, my soul.
With God is my safety and my glory,
he is the rock of my strength; my refuge is in God.
Trust in him at all times, O my people!
Pour out your hearts before him.
R. Rest in God alone, my soul.

Second Reading: 1 Corinthians 4:1-5

Brothers and sisters:
Thus should one regard us: as servants of Christ
and stewards of the mysteries of God.
Now it is of course required of stewards
that they be found trustworthy.
It does not concern me in the least
that I be judged by you or any human tribunal;
I do not even pass judgment on myself;
I am not conscious of anything against me,
but I do not thereby stand acquitted;
the one who judges me is the Lord.
Therefore do not make any judgment before the appointed time,
until the Lord comes,
for he will bring to light what is hidden in darkness
and will manifest the motives of our hearts,
and then everyone will receive praise from God.

Gospel: Matthew 6:24-34

Jesus said to his disciples:
“No one can serve two masters.
He will either hate one and love the other,
or be devoted to one and despise the other.
You cannot serve God and mammon.

“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life,
what you will eat or drink,
or about your body, what you will wear.
Is not life more than food and the body more than clothing?
Look at the birds in the sky;
they do not sow or reap, they gather nothing into barns,
yet your heavenly Father feeds them.
Are not you more important than they?
Can any of you by worrying add a single moment to your life-span?
Why are you anxious about clothes?
Learn from the way the wild flowers grow.
They do not work or spin.
But I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor
was clothed like one of them.
If God so clothes the grass of the field,
which grows today and is thrown into the oven tomorrow,
will he not much more provide for you, O you of little faith?
So do not worry and say, ‘What are we to eat?’
or ‘What are we to drink?’or ‘What are we to wear?’
All these things the pagans seek.
Your heavenly Father knows that you need them all.
But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness,
and all these things will be given you besides.
Do not worry about tomorrow; tomorrow will take care of itself.
Sufficient for a day is its own evil.”

NAB

Rest in God alone, my soul.
Rest in the goodness of your heavenly Father.
Rest in His tender care.
Rest in the truth that He has not forgotten you.

Rest in God alone, my soul.
Do not worry about your life.
Be confident—He will provide.
The Father will provide.

Rest in God alone, my soul.
He knows your thoughts.
He knows your feelings.
He knows your desires.
He knows your every need.
Today. Tomorrow. Forever.

Rest in God alone, my soul.
You are more important than the birds.
You are more glorious than the flowers.
You are His beloved.

Rest in God alone, my soul.
Pour out your heart before Him.
Sweat. Tears. Blood.
You are safe.

Rest in God alone, my soul.
Be clothed with His beauty.
Be fed the Bread of Life.
Be quenched by the Living Water.

Rest in God alone, my soul.
He is not frustrated by your worries.
He is not bothered.
He is not disappointed.

Rest in God alone, my soul.
Let Him increase your capacity to receive.
Let Him increase your capacity to trust.
Let Him increase your capacity to hope.

Rest in God alone, my soul.
Surrender.
Receive.
Rest in peace.

Pray this poem and welcome Our Lord into your heart.

Rose Coleman is a contemplative in action who delights in all things beautiful. Her adventurous heart has traveled many places—from circumnavigating the globe on a ship during college to some years in the convent as a religious sister. Exuberant from her childhood, she is an elementary school teacher who learns so much from her students. You can find out more about her here.

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