I've had a lot happen in my past where I've felt like I've gotten the short end of the stick...I learned somewhere that kids who lived at one time in severely deprived families can go to another good home and, out of fear for when they'll eat again, they horde food from one meal, just in case they don't get another. Lately, there's been something in my life that has quite literally shoved me into the arms of God. The situation, from my perspective, has been so desperate that I've needed every bit of my security in it to come from God, and I've known it, so I've been pursuing Him hardcore. However, I've begun noticing that some of my relationships may be suffering because of how single-minded I have been about this issue...if not actually obsessive, definitely borderline.
Now, my friendships slipping from my fingers is definitely a pretty stark sign that something is very wrong and needs to be changed, but I have loved how this struggle has caused me to find myself desperate for God's comfort and security. So, I'm finding myself personally challenged to set down this situation, but incredibly anxious to do so lest I return to thinking I can handle the things going on in my life by myself.
What would it look like to set this down? Well, there would be a lot less worry about the situation. I might actually be able to be focused enough to get on top of my responsibilities for work. I would have much shorter phone conversations with people who are probably getting close to sick of listening to me. But really, I'd rather be crying in Daddy's arms, while He comforts me and tries to calm me down, than be set down on my own two feet. Ha-I really want to play with the other kids while being held in Daddy's arms...but I don't know if that's exactly possible...
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