I’ve approached this past week with a writer’s eyes. “What in the world will I write for Monday?”
And, truth be told, I have felt unworthy to pass on anything.
I’m sick of insights that somehow don’t translate into my living.
This week I longed for a victory so I could pass on some special spiritual secret to you.
Instead, I woke up every day to burdens and labors and jobs I didn’t want and attitudes that gripped me. One morning my world seemed to shift over a nothing–a slight departure from my neatly-pressed plans. It was all I could do to keep sharpness out of my clipped answers to my family. Words clanged in my ears and I could hardly breathe, hardly believe the hateful replies that my off-center mind presented. Things I would never want to say.
And I didn’t. But just my ability to think them startled me. It didn’t help my morning any.
So as I ponder what in all my crazy world could speak to yours, perhaps I’ve found it.
Maybe you really don’t need someone who’s conquered a fear or mastered a subject. You need someone who’s deep in the same life-death battle as you.
Maybe you really have no use for a perfectly cheerful morning person, but instead need to know I’m slogging through attitudes that snag me.
Just like you.
And most of all, maybe you need to know that I don’t have all the answers for you.
I don’t even have all the answers for me.
After a series of days that are spiritually just a bit fuzzy, there are foundations calling me back.
God has given us a Hiding Place to run for refuge. “When my heart is overwhelmed, lead me to the Rock that is higher than I” (Psalm 61:2, NKJV).
But I get so busy and so caught up in a self-constructed world that I keep running through the storms instead of running into the shelter He offers.
“You were reaching through the storm
And walking on the water
Even when I could not see
In the middle of it all
When I thought You were a thousand miles away
Not for a moment did You forsake me
Not for a moment did You forsake me”
– Meredith Andrews, “Not for a Moment” –
What are real, gritty-living ways we can hide in Him? How do we keep living in the storms?
– Join me in digging deeper. I’m currently memorizing the Sermon on the Mount (Matt. 5-7) with an accountability partner. Please, read. Please, dive in. Listen on CD, online, or on your iPod. Post verse cards on your mirrors and desktops and on sticky notes. And dwell there. Fix your heart on them, like anchors that are sure to hold in those gale-force winds of this next week.
– Sisters, pray for everything. It’s work–but so, so, so much joy. Pray for me to abide. I’ll pray for you. It is life-giving.
– Lay aside the dream worlds. I can tell I’ve stepped out too far into mine when reality makes me blink and I feel disconnected. Make sure that you aren’t spending so much time in alternate realities–even beneficial ones–such as TV, books (any kind), schoolwork, daydreaming, and your own plans that you lose touch with your family and the real living that is happening now. Today is our calling, not tomorrow–not even a dream tomorrow. Be here. Now. Rooted. As Jim Elliott said, “Wherever you are, be all there.” Join me in setting aside the music and the screens and the papers to look someone you love in the eye when they speak–is it showing love to keep your gaze rooted on your task and grunt a reply? (Oh, I’m preaching to me too!) Please, join me in a prayer for us to be real.
– Take up the pen and journal and give thanks. Write down 3 gifts that God has given you today. Or 5. Or 50. Thank Him, even when your heart’s not quite in it. Pray for help in the rejoicing. Seek His wonders.
Take a breath.
Say a prayer.
Live real, right here. Right now.
He will make you stand.
“The only beautiful thing about a Christian is Jesus Christ.”
– The Calvary Road, p. 102 –