thinking things about life and Jesus and stuff
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.
I get nervous when I ask God for visible, tangible things.
I know I’m not supposed to feel this way, but I’m scared that if I ask for something fairly simple, and it doesn’t happen, then I will begin to doubt the existence of God.
I’m scared I will hear the mocking whisper that I hate more than any other sound in the world:
Honestly Fabs – which is more likely:
[Stockholm and Spurgeon have inspired me to do a series on rest.
I've been considering the reason for weariness in our lives; the reason so many of us are tired, exhausted of fighting. Turns out there are three potential sources for the disease of feeling burdened.
How do I always seem to miss this part of these verses?
Learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls (Matthew 11:29)