Sunday, March 2, 2014
I shall not be shaken....
So, you know that moment when something happens, you see something, someone says something.....and it just takes the wind out of your sails? Your ship shutters, slows, stops.....Some times, you have to remind yourself to breathe. Time changes to slow motion as you reconnect yourself to reality. You feel shaken to the very core of your being. Yeah, that moment. Been there. Did that. Today.
I wanted to mentally shake my head, blink my eyes. Hard. Processing. Processing. My heart and demeanor said, "Okay. That's it. That's all. I'm tired of this mess. I don't have to do this. I will not accept this in my life. Nope. Done. Forget it. Not going there any more. All this while the Holy Spirit tries to speak truth to me.
You know the scenario where a kid is caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He knows he's done for. But he really wants the cookie, no matter what. So, he grabs what he can and crams as much as possible into his mouth as his mom moves toward him. Or you know what your friend is going to say, so you put your hands over your ears and sing Mary Had a Little Lamb to drown out that voice. Yep that's me and my Comforter.
Why do I become "weary in well doing"? Why am I willing to abandon the fight and give it up? I have lost my vision for the end of the game. I've forgotten the future for which I fight. I look only at my present pain and have no concern for what God has planned ahead for me. I forget my adversary, Satan, who wants nothing more than for me to collapse in the dirt and moan my sorrows to anyone who will listen. No. NO! NO! NO! I will not switch teams.
So, I put the cookie back and take my hands from my ears. Psalm 62: For God alone my soul waits in silence; He only is my rock and my salvation, my fortress; I shall not be greatly shaken. For God alone, O my soul, wait in silence, for my hope is from Him. Trust in Him at all times, O people; pour out your heart before him; God is a refuge for us.
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