Come unto me,
all ye that
labor and are
and I will
give you rest.
Take my yoke
upon you, and
learn of me;
for I am meek
and lowly in
heart: and ye
shall find rest
unto your souls.
~Matthew 11:28, 29~
There are two types of oxen, either they are meek and mild or they kick against the ox goads (Acts 9:5). You are aware, I am sure, that it takes meek and lowly oxen to get a field plowed. The animals cannot think they are "above that kind of work" and rear up to stomp their master, and neither can they think they are "just not up to it" and refuse to leave the barn.
However, though you will find rest unto your soul, there is still a burden to be borne. Though your soul may be at rest, your body and mind must fully be engaged in order for the field to be plowed. There's no getting out of bearing a yoke of some kind in this lifetime. As I heard one minister say, it's not whether or not we will bear the burden, but which burden we will bear.
Some women erroneously think that, if they could just get out of the house and into the workforce, get out of their marriage, get out from under the yoke of parental authority, they would be free from their burden. That is most certainly not the case. Those who have thrown off these yokes have found, to their dismay, that the master of self-sufficiency is a cruel slave driver. It is a foolish woman who leaves the yoke the Lord has placed upon her to bear the yoke of the world alone instead.
So, be sensitive to the leading of the Master. Be sensitive to the pull of the yoke as Christ pushes on beside you. He uses His Word and the gentle wooing of His Spirit to encourage you to keep plodding onward one step at a time. Also, in order to keep the rows straight, He often uses the authority in our lives (such as a father or husband) like the reins of a plow to guide us in the direction we need to go.
Then, before you know it, you have reached the end of the final row. You have fought a good fight, you have finished the course, and you have kept the faith (II Timothy 4:7). Then, and only then, are you released from the burden of the yoke.
As you walk through the twilight next to your dear Yoke-fellow, you will see the lights of the barn afar off and know a sweet supper awaits you along with a clean, soft place to rest. The Plowman pats your weary sides as He opens wide the gait and says, "Well done, thou good and faithful servant. . .Enter thou into the joy of thy Lord" (Matthew 25:21).
So plod on, dear one. The day of rest and gladness at the end of life's day makes it worth every weary step.