“Are you ok?” My husband’s question rang out. Light flashed
into the barren sinkhole, and I realized my mind’s eyes had been closed. “No. I
am not ok.” What a relief to realize it.
Of course, my broken
brain machine had slipped me into a depressive thought pattern. I recognize
this place. I stumbled into a stronghold the enemy loves to use against me. But
this time I know the way out. I open my eyes to Truth. Proverbs 16:9 ESV “The heart
of a man plans his way, but the Lord establishes his steps.” Steps. He won’t
draw me a map. He will show me the steps. And there is the first handhold.
This situation is embarrassing. Hiding in a hole has genuine
appeal. We prayed that we would be in God’s will and believed He would honor
our desire to follow Him. Notwithstanding, it’s hard to listen to God’s voice
when the screams of your drowning dream for a child are roaring in your ears,
and the panic is making it hard to breathe. I can’t ever feel confident that we
made the right choice… Slipping... Truth. Romans 8:28 ESV “And we know that for
those who love God all things work together for good, for those
who are called according to His purpose.” Right choice. Wrong Choice. Doesn’t
matter. God was in control. And He still is. Foothold. Step. Arms pull. Legs
push. My eyes peer over green blades of grass. Daylight Truth pours over the
landscape into my eyes and I’m dazzled.
I’m overwhelmed by the wisdom He offers and the options
before me. Now I have to choose. Eyes dart. There is fear again. But this time
I realize the fear isn’t the pit. It’s just one thought. I won’t build it into
a barren well of many bricks of fear and hide in it. Truth. 1 Peter 5:6 NIV “Humble
yourselves, therefore, under God’s mighty hand, that he may lift you up in due
time.” “Father. Guide. I can’t carry this brick. It’s too heavy for me. Will
you hold this?” When I hand Him this fear there is an agitating vacuum in me. I
can feel it physically, drawing me towards it. But He holds it. He gives to that
vacuum more Truth. Isaiah 40:31a NIV “those who hope in the Lord will renew
their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles.” He names our arrangement:
God-carrying-my-fear-because-I-can’t is Hope. And yes, Lord, it does feel like
flying.
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