Thursday, March 5, 2015

A Bit of a Day

Today I have had to remind myself of all that I have to be thankful for.

Actually, the longer this winter goes on, it seems that I need to be reminded a thousand times a day.

What is it about us that loves to cater to these great inner pity parties? 

Do I wake up in the morning wondering if today is the day my village will be invaded and destroyed? That I may loose my head for loving and following Jesus? That the only choice that I have to quench my thirst is between dust and the water running with sewerage; or that my meal is picked from a pile of refuse, and that is considered a feast?

I have had way too much time on my hands this past couple of weeks since I broke my leg; filled it with reading, day-dreaming, seeking the Lord, and yes, forgetting completely about Him, and making social media my church.

I look at all there is to bombard myself with; that feeds the frenzy of discontent.
The lies and whispers of failure in the standards that the world has set. I make a mental jump onto the bandwagon of frustration at my stead.

And then, the most wonderful thing happens.

That still, small, voice that reaches through the clamor when I allow it.

I realize; I have the answer to every dream of security, wealth, peace, and life that will outlast everything here in this time and place.

John 3:17  For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but in order that the the world might be saved through Him.

And He is with me.

From the Sheep Shed