It seems that these every-day, mundane realities and problems are where some of my greatest battles are fought and victories won.
These real things---the laundry pile, the “to do” list, the spill on the floor, the thing I forgot to do, the mistake, the friend who is struggling, the phone call I need to make--- these things fight for my attention, my thoughts and my allegiance. Now, fair enough, each small moment can be linked to big, tough realities; but it is that wisp-of-time that counts. That spark of a moment. In those passing seconds, growth can happen.
When the sudden concerned decision about what to make for dinner, or the drifting thought to 'that’ part of my body which is less than ‘perfect’, or even that creeping fear when I feel the physical ache in my stomach again--- it is in these small moments that something big and important is found and fought for. It is here that I have a choice.
Planning, thinking, calculating, doing, answering, figuring, fixing, worrying, or hiding… these are my natural bend. Sometimes these natural skills are gifts from God, to be sure; but these pathways can become quick idols and in those snippets of seconds these coping strategies can steal from my faith and trust.
This morning I heard something else. Was it the Spirit of Jesus that whispered, just as the 'calculating and planning' had begun in my head? A peaceful, gentle word: “You know… there is another way.”
There is another way, Stephanie.
It was in this moment today I had a choice. Worry was tugging on my mind. Which “drawer” in my mind would I go to? Which pathway would I choose? His Spirit reminds my heart that He has given me peace, rest and a place to sit---still and secure. This “drawer” is available to me in that moment. Every moment.
Can you trust me now, Stephanie. For this too? You have another way available… Talk to me about what to cook for dinner, about your friend, about your body, and about your laundry pile. Talk to me. Rest in me. Remain. Ask. Seek and knock.
There is another way. In this very moment.