Anyone else getting pulled into a gazillion different directions? As I have pondered a million times, technology should make our life easier, but it does not. It opens up a world of opportunity and before you know it, time has passed – a lot of time. And then there is still so much more to do.
Anyone want to pack it up and go back into Little House on the Prairie mode? The simple life. At times, I do.
Cuz overwhelmingness (that is a nic-word, so work with me) gets you stressed, and stress leads to worry, and worry leads to. . .
. . . not relying on Daddy God!
Bad news bears.
Lately a few things in my life have caused me to worry, and worry, and worry. I know I shouldn’t, but I do. I try to do what Paul says, “Be transformed by the renewing of your mind.” Romans 12:2
Doesn’t happen. I master that old mind thing one moment, and then in the next I am wallowing in a dark abyss of fear, worry, doubt . . . STOP!
I know what the scriptures say. I know and yet even if I quote them. . .
“Be anxious about nothing; but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God.” Philippians 4:6
“Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you.” 1 Peter 5:7
“Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God; trust also in Me.” John 14:1
. . . I go right back to the black abyss of yuckiness.
What the heck?
I don’t have any answers. I haven’t mastered anything in my own life. But I do know this: it is not just a one time surrender. This is a moment by moment BATTLE FOR OUR MINDS. The enemy knows worry takes our focus off God. AND HE LOVES IT.
I don’t like him.
But here is what I can do for you. I have a picture in my mind. I have a picture of me (or you) standing there as we wear our armor, looking all pitiful cuz we have kinda forgotten it is there. Then this big, angry, black blob of his Satan-ness creeps closer and closer to our pitifully un-fabulous self. Suddenly we get this idea and we look down to see we have a sword in our hand and we start swingin’. At first we are a little unsure, and then, we keep it comin’ and we even cry out a Psalm or two.
And then there is this shadow creeping up from behind us – a ginormous, monstrous, humongous shadow. We don’t notice it, but that big angry, black blob of his Satan-ness does and takes a step back.
Don’t get cocky. That shadow is Daddy. And if we stand firm in Him, if we repeat His promises over and over, if we know we are wearing His armor, well, his Satan-ness can’t do a blasted thing to us. And worry? Did you see that shadow?
Pick up your sword and fling it with all your might. Know Daddy is right there with you and His shadow is freaking the enemy out.
Go Daddy! Defeat the jerk!
And Jesus! Hurry up!