You’re In The Wrong House!
I didn’t want to “do” today.
Do you ever have days like that?
Or weeks like that?
I didn’t want to cook or clean or think or write this blog. I didn’t want to “people”.
I just wanted to “be”.
This state of being I found myself in began with a week of beautiful sunshine,
I even wrote a blog post on thankfulness.
Life was good.
No, life was great.
That was followed by 2 weeks of driving rain.
That’s usually when the devil gets to me, right after I post some profound, (haha) uplifting advice to everyone. I Peter 5:8-9
It’s almost like he’s sneering at me and saying-“we’ll see how thankful you are”...
Two weeks of unrelenting rain drops, like some kind of tiny, torture technique.
Irritating circumstances. Little, life wrongs that kept happening until they turned into a torrential downpour. Flooding water.
And pretty soon, I didn’t want to put my boots on and wade through the muck.
Too much trouble. I found myself stuck there.
Stuck in that muck.
I wanted to grab a cozy blanket and zone out on my couch. I definitely didn’t want to lead a bible study on faith this week or go to church and actually have to talk to people.
How awful is that?
I’m just being real here.
I have my moments.
We as women can easily get discouraged and down. We’re emotional beings, and often our feelings can take over all logical reasoning. Whether we like to admit it or not, it’s how we’re wired.
There are so many factors that can turn our sunshine into storm clouds within seconds. Hormones, lack of sleep, stress, work, viruses and vaccines, fear of our future, our husbands, our children, our colleagues ...
did I mention hormones and husbands? Haha
Triggers. Tiny pelting triggers.
And if we aren’t careful we can just give in. We can allow that old deceiver the devil to convince us that there’s no point in going to church or studying our bible or even praying, because that would be hypocritical.
And that, my friends, is pure garbage.
As I was actually contemplating just staying home from church the other night, a tiny whisper of a tune got stuck in my head. A children’s song I have known for ages- “the wise man built his house upon the Rock. The rains came down and the floods came up, but the house on the rock stood firm”.
I could see the floods coming up all around me and despite how I FELT, I did not give in because I know my faith is not based on my feelings. Thank God for that.
If it was, I would’ve drowned long ago.
My faith is built on that Rock. My Savior.
And so, I told the devil he was in the wrong house and he wasn’t welcome here. And even though I didn’t FEEL like it, I went to church. I wasn’t sure how I was going to minister to others but it turns out, they were the ones who ministered to me. I was reminded again of how much I had to be thankful for.
So, this is my pep talk (my profound advice haha) to you for the week. Get up off that couch, put your boots on and wade through those muddy waters. Ephesians 6:11-12
Don’t just “be”, but “do”. James 1:22
Don’t concern yourself with getting stuck in the muck, or allow the devil to trick you into thinking you’re being hypocritical in the “doing”. Revelation 12:9
God’s got your hand. Isaiah 41:13 There are so many things He’ll use to tug at you until you are free again. He won’t leave you in that muck because you belong to Him, and He loves you with an everlasting love. Jeremiah 31:3-4
Your house isn’t built on feelings, so don’t allow your feelings to control your faith.
2 Corinthians 5:7
Your house is God’s house.
The house on the rock.
The house that stood firm.
The house that God built.
Matthew 7:24-27, Luke 6:46-49
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