I
am going away for two weeks tomorrow, and yesterday my 'to-do' list
was long...longer than I was pretty sure I'd have time for. I was
panicking badly, a sickening whirlpool was drowning icy stones into
the pit of my stomach and I worried. I made the decision to worry and
then I lost control of it. I wasn't getting inward sanity back
anytime soon.
Dramatically
rattling off my checklist to mum made my worry excuseable. It sounded
longer when I said it out loud. But the more I said it out loud, the
more I felt weakened and beaten inside, unable to control anything,
incapable of making up time, helpless to change deadlines and keep
records. Repeating my weaknesses to myself was making me weaker. They
were pummelling me into the dust and taking away my strength,
confidence, and so much more importantly, my joy.
Then
the sweetest thing burst out of my mouth, all but unbidden.
"The
Lord is my strength."
The
sudden appearance of the phrase made sense. I'd been reading the
Psalms; the words were caught in my head-- but I did not call them
into my mouth.
What
does it matter that I was feeling weak and overwhelmed? His strength
is made perfect in my weakness.
Lean
on him. Lean on him. His power is made perfect in weakness. The Lord
is our strength. The Lord is my strength, and I am not worrying
anymore. Make Him yours.
^
This
embodies the kind of calm strength I get from Him.
P.S.
It is my blog's anniversary on the 2nd of February. It has
been such a great year. Great, like God is great. Not always comfortable, not always safe, but most definitely a roaring storm of challenge, beauty, necessary fortitude, and love. It has been good.
1 comment:
You encourage me more than any other blog.
Thank you. (have fun away!)xo
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