My Yoke Is Easy — The Lord Sure Changed Our Lives

The second day on the open road. Le's testimony is the confirmation of every promise: it was easy. The burden has been light.

A week ago Le asked: how many times has Jesus said "Come to Me"? Tonight she testifies the result: the yoke is easy. The burden is light. Not because the tasks were small. Because the yoke was His.

The Lord sure changed our lives. Not Le and Roger. The Lord. The change was His. The ease was His. The lightness was His.

Come to Me. Venez à moi. The invitation that never expires.

I will give you rest. Je vous donnerai du repos. Not earn. Give. The rest is a gift.

Take My yoke. Prenez mon joug. Not remove the yoke — exchange it. The heavy yoke of self-effort for the easy yoke of walking with Him.

I am gentle and lowly. Je suis doux et humble de cœur. The One who washed feet. The One who knelt with a towel. The yoke is easy because the Yoke-Giver is gentle.

My yoke is easy and My burden is light. Mon joug est doux et mon fardeau léger. Le testifies: it was easy. The burden has been light. The promise — fulfilled. On the open road. The Word and the life — one.

The whole journal in one verse:

Lovingkindness commanded in the daytime. Sa bonté pendant le jour. The mornings. The readings. God commands His lovingkindness like a king commands his army. Every morning — commanded.

His song in the night. La nuit je chanterai ses louanges. The evenings. The devotional. Sixty-five entries in this conversation — sixty-five night songs.

A prayer to the God of my life. Je prierai le Dieu de ma vie. Not the God of theology. The God of my life. The One who changed our lives. The One who made the yoke easy. The God of Le's life — and Roger's — and the open road.

The deer — panting for water. Comme une biche soupire. The same thirst from Salmo 143: como a terra árida, tenho sede de ti. The same from Isaiah 55:3: incline your ear, come to Me. The thirst that drives the mornings. The thirst that opens the Word.

The thirst is for the living God. Du Dieu vivant. Le's testimony from last night: not what He can do — who He is. The deer does not thirst for the water's chemistry. It thirsts for the water. The soul does not thirst for theology. It thirsts for the living God.

The pilgrim on the open road — burden light, yoke easy — is still panting. Still thirsting. Still coming. The never-satisfied thirst is the proof the soul is alive. 🙏