At His Feet

The old man, bent and thinned by duty, came upon the man with the measuring line, seated beneath a mighty oak tree.

He laid his bag down and sat at his feet, and said, “Breathe into me your wisdom, and nourish me with your truth. Tell me, how do you endure the weight of His glory and yet remain at rest?”

Then the man smiled, and a quiet laughter passed over him like wind through leaves. “Endure it?” he said. “I take the crown and cast it down before His feet. For wisdom is this: to return unto Him that which He first placed upon you, lest burden be mistaken for glory, and labor for rest.”