I’m struggling lately y’all, and I can’t even explain why. My teeth are clenched, my neck and shoulders are tense, and I’m just out of sorts. It was a tough weekend here with Hurricane Matthew and with all the other stuff going on around me, I keep finding myself anxious and overwhelmed.
I’m reaching up and out to invite God to calm my spirit, but it’s tougher than I want it to be, because my focus keeps wandering from the One who calms my spirit to the chaos I see playing out in front of me.
Why is it so easy to forget where our help comes from, when we know the One who knows our name?
In the midst of our fear and desperation, we frantically look around trying to find something, anything, that will fix our specific brand of misery, and we get lost in the chaos, losing sight of who God is because we focus on everything but Him.
We surrender the spaces in our hearts and minds to our pain and our fear, and our faith is forced to the forgotten recesses.
It’s a miserable place to be, where my soul is worn and my heart cries for peace.
But in the moment I bring my focus back to the One who guards my soul, before I can utter a word, He hears my cry and His Truth whispers to my weary soul.
“Peace! Be still.”
And just like that, His Light invades the darkness, and my faith bursts forth from the recesses, driving out my fears.
What an amazing Jesus we serve.
Lord, thank you for hearing the cries of my heart, though they be silent. Thank you for Your Word that speaks life to my weary soul. I love You, Jesus. Amen.