Sometimes, I lose sight of what a pure pleasure the Lord's company is. Instead, I find myself being self-centered and inward focused. I can't see ahead and get afraid about the future. I wonder how God is going to take care of this or that. The tug of war between letting go and trying to figure, plan, and fix becomes my main game and energy sucker. I am a planner, organizer, helper, and crisis manager at heart. It's effortless. But, what is not effortless is letting it all slide out of my hands at the foot of the cross in surrender and trust in the dark.
God gently says, WHAT IF YOU JUST STOP? What if you enjoy me? Laugh with me? Breathe with me? Marvel with me? Stop a second and wonder with me? How about some trust?
More and more I am coming to understand that dying to self and all the things that do fade away in the light of Jesus's face, is a sure way to stop the chaos. When is the last time you shared a laugh with Jesus? When is the last time you excitedly showed Him something that you found or learned?
Our relationship with Him does not always have to be heavy laden with burdens and self-condemnation. We are not under a bunch of laws, oppression, and "have to's." Forget legalism. It is riddled with lies that separate us from the heart of Jesus and His exceptional act of love and sacrifice on the cross. His burden is light and yoke easy. He walks freely with His Father and loves to be with us.
I don't think the answers are as complicated as we make them. Sometimes, we really do need to stop and enjoy the goodness of the Lord. Something funny. The love of a friend. An unexpected envelope in the mail. The sound of the birds. The smell of fresh coffee. A car that starts in the morning. A bill that is paid. A body ache that is no longer there. Peace when you shouldn't humanly feel any. A sunset. The reflection of the sky inside of a raindrop. A child who comes home. A stranger who smiles at you. The Lord is good! He is taking care of everything concerning you. He is funny and fun. How I love Him with all my heart.
Written by,
Dee M. Kostelyk

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