Believe it or not there are some people out there who are so overwhelmingly positive that if you put a stick of dynamite in their Kool-aid, their response would be something like, ” What colorful fireworks!”
Well I know envy is not an attribute I want to advocate here so let’s just say that I admire those folk. Better yet, I used to be one of those folk. At least a few years ago it seemed that would have been a good way to describe my attitude towards life anyway.
So this morning I’m up pondering yet again, how do I get back there?
…Back to a time when the encouragement I shared with others kept me primed for the next opportunity to witness…what happened to the real me?
…that me who God called…the one who actually gained energy from being a little peculiar…the one who wasn’t afraid to be the minority right in a crowd of so much wrong…
Somewhere along the way, I got tired….or as I’ve joked TIDE!
Yes, over the years I’ve gotten tired of all the looks from people who don’t know me but outwardly judge me because of my ability to smile when others are complaining. I suppose I grew tired of the feeling of being pulled by every arm to do stuff as if I were the only one who possessed 8 of them. Indeed, I got tired of being a mother who did it all only to be underappreciated. I even grew tired of church folk so at times Beside Baptist was my preferred venue for worship on Sunday mornings.
Yet, after heading to bed at midnight and waking at 3:47 am with this post on my heart, I realized I really have no reason to be tired at all. Awaken by that still, small voice, the way I had been in years passed before dawn and before my alarm clock could catch up, I smiled at the realization that yes, He did it again!
God allowed me to get knocked down to a place so low that only He could give me the strength to get up. I’d be lying if I said the events that have taken place in the last 24 hours have been anything short of devastating, but I’m thankful that I was so lovingly reminded today that the rest really is up to me.
I’m thankful God placed it on my pastor’s heart to start a series about the elusive rest I’d once possessed so effortlessly. After a great series on balance, I needed to be reminded of how I can rest in God’s presence. I thought I was there in service because in spite of the things I’d faced recently, I had come to realize why I’d been so tired. It was simple!
I needed more of HIM!
Dear Gracious Lord,
Thank You for reminding me that You love me just for being Your child… that no person on earth could ever give me the kind of love that You give me everyday. Thank you for allowing me to make mistakes and survive them. Thank you for blessing me with gifts to encourage others. Thank you for mending my broken heart. Thank you for preparing me for who You have for me. Help me not to take over in the process. Help me to patiently wait on Your choice for me. Thank you for allowing him to come into the picture only when we both are ready for that step. Help me not to allow the pain in this moment punish who You’ve designed for me. Thank You for provision and direction. In Jesus name I pray. Amen.
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