Too many things to do and not enough time to do them.
Now, I know in reality that's not a true statement, because I know that God always gives us time to accomplish what we NEED to accomplish, but that's the way I FELT this morning. I tried to list in my head all of the things clamoring for my time and attention, but it just made me more stressed. The more I thought about it, the more my shoulders tensed and the more my brow furrowed. That's not a very good way to start the day, and it sure doesn't make for a Happy Mommy!
But I'll tell you what DID make for a Happy Mommy this stressful morning - these verses:
Do not fret or have any anxiety about anything, but in every circumstance and in everything by prayer and petition with thanksgiving, continue to make your wants known to God. And God's peace which transcends all understanding shall garrison and mount guard over your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus. For the rest, brethren, whatever is true, whatever is worthy of reverence and is honorable and seemly, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely and lovable, whatever is kind and winsome and gracious, if there is any virtue and excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think on and weigh and take account of these things (Phil. 4:6-8 The Amplified Bible).
I NEEDED that Truth this morning, because my tendency today was to be anxious. My tendency was to fret. My tendency - rather than taking each moment as it came, thanking God for that moment, asking Him to do what He wanted in that moment, and leaving that moment with Him - was to try to envision my day as a whole: how I could do it - how I could manage my time well - how I could accomplish it all. My list became my god, and my day revolved around it...instead of around Him.
God showed me something a few days ago, and I have yet to try it on paper. I've done it mentally, but today, I'm feeling as if I need to do it physically. So when I get finished here, I'm going to sit down with a pen and paper in my hand and write out my day, so that I can see it. I already have in mind what my list looks like, but I'm going to write it out just the same. After each "to do," I'm going to breathe a prayer to God, thanking Him for that thing I need to do, and then asking Him to control the circumstances and everything else around it. Then, I'm going to mark it off, literally, as done - not as done as in "accomplished", but done as in "prayed over and worry-free." Then, when that thing comes up in my day or when it tries to tighten my shoulders or furrow my brow, I will remember and know that it's all been taken care of. I've already checked it off my list.
Why don't you try it with me? I mean, really, physically write out a "to done" list and check it off before the Father. Then, let's see what God does.
Dear Jesus, thank You SO much for this day and for all the opportunities that You have provided for us...opportunities to make Your name great among those around us. Help us order our days and then give them back to You as an offering. Help us understand how to let You have our list. We love You, Jesus and thank You again for Your help throughout our day. Praise You, Jesus. Praise You.
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Monday, October 10, 2011
When You Pass Through the Waters
"Why does that passage mention water twice?" I thought. Over and over again, I read it, trying to answer my own question: When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; And through the rivers, they will not overflow you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be scorched, Nor will the flame burn you Is. 43:2.
It just didn't make sense to me. There had to be a reason why God would speak of water two times in the same verse and fire only once. After mulling over the words for a few seconds, I finally got it. The two waters God was describing were completely different. "Passing through waters," envokes the idea of calm, deep water like a pond or slow-moving stream, but passing "through rivers," creates a whole new feeling of urgency and unexpectedness. You would think the latter would be more consuming and fearful to me, but as I read the verse over, it was the first part of the passage that bothered me the most. Fear and uneasiness swelled within me, and I knew something wasn't right. Why would the thought of calm, deep water actually make me fearful? Why was I afraid?
Then, I remembered.
I remembered the murky water. I remembered what it looked like - to actually see through it. I remembered my favorite dress and my mom stretching her arm across our chests as she said, "Y'all hold on." I remembered being wrapped in a towel and riding in a white car to the doctor's office. I remembered...and the fear swelled again.
We were little - my brothers and I. We were riding home from seeing my grandpa in the hospital when it happened. Through no fault of her own, my mom lost control of the pick-up, and we rolled off an embankment into the water. As the truck sank, my mom quickly grabbed my little brother (3 years old) and pulled him out of the truck, holding his head - and hers - above the water as she balanced on the outside of the door. My older brother, then 5, dogpaddled out the broken, side window, bobbing up and down until someone finally came and rescued him. Me? Well, I just stood there, on the truck seat, looking around. I don't know what I was waiting for. I'm not sure why I didn't follow my brother out the window, but I didn't.
Before I knew it, mom had me, too. Reaching backwards in through the truck window, she couldn't find my body, but she did find the sash of my dress. She grabbed it and pulled me out of the window and into the air.
After replaying the accident in my mind, I once again remembered...when you pass through the waters. Now I understood. I understood why the first part of that verse caused such fear. I understood why I was afraid of calm, deep water. I understood why my fear was there, and I also understood that it had to go.
Immediately, I asked God to take it from me...to make this "fearfulness" go away - forever. I didn't want it in my life anymore. I wanted it GONE.
And in an instant I heard Him gently speak the words that follow "pass through the waters" into my spirit, "I was there with you then, too, Belinda." Needless to say, I sat there on my bed and cried and cried. Even then, in the literal water of my childhood, God was with me. The promise He had made over two thousand years ago didn't just apply to "Grown up Belinda." Instead, His promise of companionship has encircled me my entire life...even in the waters...even then - and forevermore. How blessed I am to know such a God.
It truly was a miracle that day that any of us got out of the murky water alive. When they went to pull the truck out of the water, the wrecker's hook hit the tailgate and the truck disappeared. Evidently, it was balancing on a broken tree stump, ten feet or so above the bottom of the pond. Isn't it funny that all that time my mom was thrashing around trying to save us, the truck never moved. Yet, then when a hook touched the tailgate, it became unstable and sank to the bottom?
"When you pass through the waters, I will be with you..." and He was.
And He still is.
Lord Jesus, thank You for Your presence, for it, alone, is enough to dispell our fear as we walk with You through the water. Thank You that You speak peace to us through Your Word and fill us not with a sense of dread, but with a sense of excitement at seeing what You are doing for us and in us. Thank You Jesus that You truly never will leave us nor forsake us...that You have been with us from the very beginning and the You will hold us until our eyes close in death. And even then, You will be with us! You are SO good, and we are SO grateful. Praise You, Lord. Praise You.
It just didn't make sense to me. There had to be a reason why God would speak of water two times in the same verse and fire only once. After mulling over the words for a few seconds, I finally got it. The two waters God was describing were completely different. "Passing through waters," envokes the idea of calm, deep water like a pond or slow-moving stream, but passing "through rivers," creates a whole new feeling of urgency and unexpectedness. You would think the latter would be more consuming and fearful to me, but as I read the verse over, it was the first part of the passage that bothered me the most. Fear and uneasiness swelled within me, and I knew something wasn't right. Why would the thought of calm, deep water actually make me fearful? Why was I afraid?
Then, I remembered.
I remembered the murky water. I remembered what it looked like - to actually see through it. I remembered my favorite dress and my mom stretching her arm across our chests as she said, "Y'all hold on." I remembered being wrapped in a towel and riding in a white car to the doctor's office. I remembered...and the fear swelled again.
We were little - my brothers and I. We were riding home from seeing my grandpa in the hospital when it happened. Through no fault of her own, my mom lost control of the pick-up, and we rolled off an embankment into the water. As the truck sank, my mom quickly grabbed my little brother (3 years old) and pulled him out of the truck, holding his head - and hers - above the water as she balanced on the outside of the door. My older brother, then 5, dogpaddled out the broken, side window, bobbing up and down until someone finally came and rescued him. Me? Well, I just stood there, on the truck seat, looking around. I don't know what I was waiting for. I'm not sure why I didn't follow my brother out the window, but I didn't.
Before I knew it, mom had me, too. Reaching backwards in through the truck window, she couldn't find my body, but she did find the sash of my dress. She grabbed it and pulled me out of the window and into the air.
After replaying the accident in my mind, I once again remembered...when you pass through the waters. Now I understood. I understood why the first part of that verse caused such fear. I understood why I was afraid of calm, deep water. I understood why my fear was there, and I also understood that it had to go.
Immediately, I asked God to take it from me...to make this "fearfulness" go away - forever. I didn't want it in my life anymore. I wanted it GONE.
And in an instant I heard Him gently speak the words that follow "pass through the waters" into my spirit, "I was there with you then, too, Belinda." Needless to say, I sat there on my bed and cried and cried. Even then, in the literal water of my childhood, God was with me. The promise He had made over two thousand years ago didn't just apply to "Grown up Belinda." Instead, His promise of companionship has encircled me my entire life...even in the waters...even then - and forevermore. How blessed I am to know such a God.
It truly was a miracle that day that any of us got out of the murky water alive. When they went to pull the truck out of the water, the wrecker's hook hit the tailgate and the truck disappeared. Evidently, it was balancing on a broken tree stump, ten feet or so above the bottom of the pond. Isn't it funny that all that time my mom was thrashing around trying to save us, the truck never moved. Yet, then when a hook touched the tailgate, it became unstable and sank to the bottom?
"When you pass through the waters, I will be with you..." and He was.
And He still is.
Lord Jesus, thank You for Your presence, for it, alone, is enough to dispell our fear as we walk with You through the water. Thank You that You speak peace to us through Your Word and fill us not with a sense of dread, but with a sense of excitement at seeing what You are doing for us and in us. Thank You Jesus that You truly never will leave us nor forsake us...that You have been with us from the very beginning and the You will hold us until our eyes close in death. And even then, You will be with us! You are SO good, and we are SO grateful. Praise You, Lord. Praise You.
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