I keep trying
to shake this blanket off. And trying to
be still. To spend time in worship in
the mornings and quiet myself before Him.
But this noisy parrot of a brain keeps on at me, reminding me of this or
that.
I had
enough. Didn’t Jesus promise peace? In
the storms He slept and He told the disciples: In this world you will have many troubles, but…I leave you my Peace.
Peace. That is what I am struggling to feel right
now. How is it that I can lose a baby
and feel His overshadowing peace through it all and now I can’t even feed Kaleb
porridge without losing the peace I have gained in my quiet time?
So I spent
a week, waiting for peace to come. My
mind all over the place, urging me to keep on, keep busy, keeping going, all
the time knowing this needs to stop. The
tensions of ministry, motherhood and creativity surely don’t have to look like
this?
So I asked
God to show me the roots of this anxiety.
I surprised
myself when the first word I wrote down was ‘perfectionism’. Now perhaps this won’t surprise those who
know me, but it actually surprised me.
Not because I am not aware of a past of perfectionism, but because I was
surprised it had become a present. Yes,
I like to do things well, but I am actually generally very flexible with things
not being done and I generally don’t have a problem extending grace to others.
But then
again – how good am I at accepting grace
for myself?
Where had
doing things in His strength and His freedom and His Spirit suddenly become
about doing it in mine? These standards, this legalism that I was holding over
myself – why had they just intruded my being?
And once
again, I realize that I had made it about me, instead of about Him, and so it
was no wonder that I couldn’t hold on to the ever-accelerating roundabout.
And I realized
how much of my life is supernatural –
that I can’t do anything without Him and it is truly Him who holds it all
together.
And so I
have decided to hand it all back over to Him again. Because He can do it peacefully. And I can’t.
God, the one and only—
I’ll wait as long as he
says.
Everything I need comes from him,
so why not?
He’s solid rock under my feet,
breathing room for my
soul,
An impregnable castle:
I’m set for life.
God said this once and for all;
how many times
Have I heard it repeated?
“Strength comes
Straight from God.
Psalm 62:1
& 11.
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