How will I get through another day?
Sometimes I wonder, "How will I get through another day?"
It is at these times that I catch myself walking out the door down the long drive outside. I have walked this walk hundreds of times since my late husband passed away in '06. At these times, when I feel most vulnerable, exhausted, and plum used up, I look up to the heavens and catch myself muttering, pleading, "God, be enough ... please God, just be enough!"
I never feel the earth rumble under my feet. I don't hear a voice in my head telling me everything will be okay. I don't feel satisfied or that anything has changed. Yet, somehow, there is a release when I cry out to him. I let out a long breath in a sigh, look up at the house, and brace myself for the next chapter of my life.
One thing this little ritual has done for me, is allowed me to throw all of my sorrows, my worries and woes, to a something that is out there, that is much bigger than you or I. That something is a person, of sorts, that I have grown very close to and very fond of. I call him my Lord. He is my heavenly father, my Lord Jesus, and the Holy Spirit, all wrapped up in an entity that I choose to call God.
How sweet it is to realize that I don't have to carry my own burdens. When I just don't know what else to do, I do what I do best and should always do first ... I roll it over to him. He is enough, by golly! He is that substance of things I know exists, though I can no more see it than I can the air that I breathe or the heart that beats within my own body. Yet, not seeing these things doesn't mean they are not real. In fact I must believe, I choose to believe, that he cares for me, he loves me, and that he is assuredly enough!
It is at these times that I catch myself walking out the door down the long drive outside. I have walked this walk hundreds of times since my late husband passed away in '06. At these times, when I feel most vulnerable, exhausted, and plum used up, I look up to the heavens and catch myself muttering, pleading, "God, be enough ... please God, just be enough!"
I never feel the earth rumble under my feet. I don't hear a voice in my head telling me everything will be okay. I don't feel satisfied or that anything has changed. Yet, somehow, there is a release when I cry out to him. I let out a long breath in a sigh, look up at the house, and brace myself for the next chapter of my life.
One thing this little ritual has done for me, is allowed me to throw all of my sorrows, my worries and woes, to a something that is out there, that is much bigger than you or I. That something is a person, of sorts, that I have grown very close to and very fond of. I call him my Lord. He is my heavenly father, my Lord Jesus, and the Holy Spirit, all wrapped up in an entity that I choose to call God.
How sweet it is to realize that I don't have to carry my own burdens. When I just don't know what else to do, I do what I do best and should always do first ... I roll it over to him. He is enough, by golly! He is that substance of things I know exists, though I can no more see it than I can the air that I breathe or the heart that beats within my own body. Yet, not seeing these things doesn't mean they are not real. In fact I must believe, I choose to believe, that he cares for me, he loves me, and that he is assuredly enough!
Thursday, November 12, 2015
10.20.2014
For some time I’ve been very afraid I would get bitten by a spider in the middle of the night while I slept. Tonight I woke up from a very sound sleep. I laid there a moment, wondering why I awoke. Then I felt it, scampering up my arm! Simultaneously, I brushed off my arm and jumped out of bed. I quickly turned on the lamp beside my bed, and there it was, crumpled, dead, but very much a spider. I ran and got the tweezers out of the nearby bathroom and picked up the little spider to examine it. I had to get my reading glasses to make out the markings on the spider. Yep, sure enough, it had a tiny brown fiddle on its back. It was a brown recluse! Though the thing was small, it was real! I hadn’t dreamed or imagined it. My fear had become a reality!
At church this morning our pastor spoke on fear. As Christians we have no reason to fear if we trust God, says he. At the end of a very good sermon we were asked to bow our heads and close our eyes. We were asked to recall our fears, cup our hands, place all our fears in the cup, and offer them up to the Lord, releasing our fears to him. I placed a few things into the cup of my hands, and shed a few heart-felt tears as I lifted up the cup and released those fears to the Lord. I left church feeling light hearted. But, I forgot to place my fear of spiders into the cup!
My fears of spiders occurred, as most fears are birthed, through a bad experience. I’ve always had a healthy respect for spiders, but I was never “afraid” of them, until I got bitten by a brown recluse a few years ago. It was a painful experience. Since that time I am not humored by watching yellow banana spiders spin their lovely webs or taking pictures of sparkly dew-dripped webs at sunrise. In fact, when I see one, no living creature will ever see it again, for it will surely wind up a dead spider!
So, my lousy fear of a spider crawling into my bed chamber with me came to fruition! Sigh … However, spider did not eat me, or even get a nibble! Spider got obliterated! Down the toilet it got flushed to never be seen again!
Now, since I am awake (3:23 AM) due to not really wanting to climb back into the bed where a spider murder recently occurred, for what if said spider had siblings that might also be hungry, or better yet, vengeful? And even though I am sleepy and could fall out quickly, I could not be but wide awake when my head hit the pillow for fear of spider siblings, of course! And besides, I am in a query over waking before I got bitten! How did I wake up in time to smite the spider before it had a chance to take a bite of me?
I have a theory! I happen to believe creatures exist on the planet that are similar to brown recluse spiders in that they are hidden from us and seldom seen. These creatures are powerful, are said to be huge, are put here for our good and for our protection, and are in service to none other than God Almighty. I believe in angels, my friends. Yes, I really do! And having preached to myself the good Word, and having faith and trust in God, I bid you Good Night! My bed is now calling my name. Sleep well …
For He shall give His angels charge over you, to keep you in all your ways. In their hands they shall bear you up, lest you dash your foot against a stone. You shall tread upon the lion and the cobra, the young lion and the serpent you shall trample underfoot. “Because he has set his love upon me, therefore I will deliver him; I will set him on high, because he has known My name. He shall call upon Me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble; I will deliver him and honor him. With long life I will satisfy him, and show him My salvation.” Psalms 91:11-16
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