thinking things about life and Jesus and stuff
So thankful to all those God gave to help me prep and to pray for Him to move on Tuesday night during my time with the women from Breakaway.
Romans 1:11-12 kept ringing in my head as I drove to College Station on Tuesday.
For I long to see you, that I may impart to you some spiritual gift to strengthen you—that is, that we may be mutually encouraged by each other’s faith, both yours and mine. (Romans 1:11-12, ESV)
Thursday night was one of those nights.
You know the kind. Racing pulse and mind snowballing at a terrifying speed: replaying past events and planning for future ones.
I texted a friend in a panic:
Everything feels so out of control.
And the response came:
Get some sleep.
My first instinct was to push back. How could I sleep right now? Do you even know what hangs in the balance? I have to DO something!
This is the longest I’ve gone without posting on my blog in literally years.
Things are getting a little out of hand over here.
I just need life to take three giant steps backward and give me room to breathe. Looking at my schedule, looking at my to-do list I can feel the panic rising up inside of me. I hear the chime of another email arriving in the inbox each moment. Did you get that thing done yet?…I need to talk to you!…Have you had a chance to…
We’ve moved on past Christ.
That’s clear every time we feel panic when someone wants to give us feedback. It’s the reason we are obsessed with our body image. It’s why we’re so terrified of failure that some of us have just laid down all together – given up the fight because we’re so tired of feeling like a disappointment.
Those things indicate that you and I have walked through Jesus – as if He’s a door or a passage way that we just pass through to get to our destination. We have forgotten the glorious distinction between the word ‘through’ and the word ‘in‘. We’ve forgotten the purchase of the Cross was not just a through, but an in.
It’s been an anxiety filled week.
The kind of anxiety that has your pulse racing with no explanation. Driving home last night I just kept thinking:
How do people do this without God and His Word?
I honestly do not get it.
The world makes some pretty persuasive arguments about what matters. It’s fairly effective at convincing me that the things I can see and touch and taste are all that matter.