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Friday, February 7, 2014

Breathe




Do you ever feel that distractions are placed in your life on purpose?  I have been distracted, lately.  The distractions in my life have kept me from here (from blogging).  They have kept me from feeling the goodness of my Jesus. 

Let me begin with some of the distractions I have been overcome with.  For one, this world scares me.  I read or see what is happening in our world and find myself having multiple panic attacks!  What is the world going to look like when my children are raising children of their own?

I don't want everyone to think like me; that is the beauty of individuality.  We each have the freedom to think.  THAT IS AMAZING!  We get to think! I can seriously stop right there and just ponder that thought.

Sometimes, though, thinking can back you into a darkness of fear.  I fear the health of my children and my husband.  I fear their safety.  I fear the future. I fear whether or not my loved ones will spend eternity with Jesus. And the list goes on.

If I allowed it, I could worry every day.  I used to think it was just a "mama thing".  Oddly, I found comfort in knowing that other mothers worried about the same things!  It felt normal. But one day I found my heart pounding a bit more after fretting about the human race.  No, this is not normal.  I see Christians being attacked from all sides and I CAN'T BREATHE!  Why do they hate us?!  Why do they laugh at us, yet everyone else is okay??  Breathe, just breathe.  But I can't breathe, it feels like my air is being cut off!  Breathe, just breathe.  BUT THEY DON'T LIKE US!

Then I read this: The battle belongs to God, not you. 

The tears spill over.  And then.....I breathe.

Our God is a big God.  He can handle the hate.  Let me repeat that because it is truly profound....He can handle the hate.

God called us to love and to be the hands and feet of Jesus.  That is exactly what I want to do and who I want to be!  I can't worry about who likes me and who doesn't; there's no time for that.

Distractions will come.  Worry will come.  Let God, and just.....Breathe.


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