I fell apart several
days ago. I became completely overwhelmed and couldn't see how I was going to
manage everything I thought needed to be done.
It came over me suddenly and, to be honest, it caught me off guard. My guess is it caught my sweet husband off
guard as well! In the space of a couple
of hours, doing something that took longer than expected, I lost rational
perspective. My husband (bless his
heart) tried to be supportive and helpful.
I did my best to explain my fears.
He did his best to offer suggestions that could eliminate some of my
stress. I didn't feel as if he had heard
me when I was rambling through my emotional explanation and in a split second I
was beaten by my own anxiety, submerged in a mixture of confusion and
disillusionment. I said I couldn't take
any more and I went to bed. I can still
feel him watching me as I walked away; his face etched with shock and
bewilderment.
A part of me wants
to explain the whole scenario to you. I
want to convince you that my pain and frustration were understandable. I want you to comment and affirm that my
emotional upheaval was justifiable. I
want to be right in my wrong-ness.
I wouldn't have
always said that my behavior on that night was wrong; I can rationalize with
the best of them. God has been teaching
me differently. Feeling overwhelmed was
not a moral issue; experiencing stress was not a sin. And, also true, my behavior wasn't
godly.
Just the preceding
week I had spent time In God's Word leaning how I was to rejoice while
experiencing tough circumstances (Romans 5:3-8); set my hope on God and that
God provides me with all things to enjoy (1 Tim 6:17-19); set my hope on grace
and be holy because Jesus is holy (1 Peter 1:13-16); Draw near to God, hold
onto hope, remember that God is faithful and we are to encourage one another
(Hebrews 10:22-25). Each passage
strongly emphasized how I was to focus on God and do what is needed to get as
close to Him as I can. He provides all I
need regardless of what is going on. He
alone has saved me from the worst possible circumstance ever: being separated
from my Creator, The One who loves me most.
He is faithful, all-powerful, and the giver of all that is good. I had spent time looking up the different ways
grace is given to me in different forms, and the various characteristics of
God's grace. It is sufficient; it is
enough. God gives grace in abundance. It helps me in my times of need. God's grace trains me to renounce
ungodliness, to be self-controlled, upright and godly. Grace helps me wait for hope. It strengthens me and brings me near to God.
Grace has given me Jesus, who is my peace.
I stand in grace. That's so much grace that I don't just hold it like a bouquet
of flowers. I stand in it as if I were standing out in a field of wildflowers
by the acre.
God had given me,
through His Word, what I needed to face my moment of stress in a godly
manner. He provided the truth of who He
is and what He offers me so that I could choose to come to Him. God was waiting for me that evening to stop
in the midst of my tirade and talk to Him. He was standing by, eager for me to
pour out all my concerns and worries and disappointments and stresses. He was patiently lingering, hoping I'd
remember what I'd been taught, and humble myself at His feet, offering Him the
opportunity to show up for me in a powerful way. I prayed, but I didn't seek Him. I didn't even think about grace and how good
God is to me. I just wanted God to swoop
in and fix things superman style and pronounce, "it's all good now!"
Colossians 3:1-4
reminds us that we are to seek things from above. In fact the passage even says that I'm to
"set my mind" on those same things. That requires me to choose to
think about those things with a choice of my will, determination and
commitment. I'm to let my sinful self
die; it's not to have any life whatsoever.
It doesn't get the opportunity to put forth it's opinion, to advocate
for me to push for what I want. It
doesn't get a voice at all. It is to be
utterly extinguished. Instead, I'm to
find myself looking for Christ, focusing on Him and the new creation life He
offers me.
Seeking is not a one
and done thing. Seeking Jesus means I'm
always looking for His grace, His wisdom, His strength, and His leading. I seek Him when things are going well so that
I stay on the path He's chosen for me.
And I stop whatever I'm doing when things begin to fall apart to pray
with deep humility, seeking not an answer to my dilemma, but Christ Himself. I missed that step the other night and I
found myself being unable to handle the emotional weight of my own choices and
behavior.
God is
faithful. God is rich in mercy. His grace saves me and brings me close to
Him, reconciling me with the Father. I
am to seek Him. Jennie Allen, in her
book Get Out of Your Head, says,
"When our thoughts are consumed with ourselves, we forget how very much we
need Jesus."
I'm not stressed
today, nor overwhelmed. I'm relaxed and
thinking positively. And I still am in
desperate need of Jesus. I am
determining to seek Christ, choosing to set my mind on things that will please
Him. And if at some point in my day I find myself at a junction, I'm coming
back and reading this. I want to be
reminded of the lessons God teaches me, how He is calling me to be hidden in
Him completely. I'm setting my mind
today to "feast on all the treasures of the heavenly realm and fill [my]
thoughts with heavenly realities, and not with the distractions of the natural
realm." (Colossians 3:2, The Passion Translation) What's your mind set on?
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