It’s a good thing that no one was in a hurry to do anything
this weekend because I was seemingly worthless.
With literally nowhere to go all weekend, I wasn’t even been able to
find the energy to fold the laundry for the week. Laundry is a task I’d normally have to
squeeze in at the last-minute Sunday evening because we’ve had so much to do
during the weekend. I’ve often
fantasized about having extra time, or sometimes, just to have enough time. Now, I’ve got nothing but time for the
foreseeable future and I already miss the hustle and bustle. I feel lost without it. I’m looking hard for the silver lining in
this pandemic. I thought at least I’d
enjoy the extra time.
I want to use the extra time to grow in my faith. I’ve spent a lot of time reading and
praying. Last weekend, I believe I got a
message from God letting me know that He’s here. Since then, I’ve been trying hard to get
another message from God. Maybe too
hard. In a time of instant
gratification, I want another message from God.
I want the message that everything is going to be OK. What I have learned is that Jesus dealt with
anxiety just like me. In the Garden of
Gethsemane, Jesus prayed to the Father three times requesting that He take
Jesus’s burden. Sorry my message is not
very uplifting, but God knows my trouble.
He knows it and He’s conquered it.
Lord Jesus, I pray that you show me how to accept the peace that you
give.
Tim
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