Uncertainty is my worst foe. Over the past months I have had to battle increasingly with this foe. At times it overpowers me and I grow all weary and tired--as though sucked out of energy. At other times I go on overdrive on a high octane fuel and am supercreative for a few days.Both the overdrive and the uncertainty have been taking its toll on me.
I sometimes literally feel the very tangible need to get plugged into the mains for charging. This mains is none other than My father in heaven--a few moments of quietness spent in His presence, communicating in language that needs no words to express, helps me refocus and recharge.
But man being the self destructing creature that he is--often fills his life up with rubbish and seldom finds the time to recharge.The result is world weariness and eventually illness. I am no exception.
Four days ago I was in one of my lowest ebb. Separation from my children, uncertainty of when I can meet them again,uncertainty of when and where to travel and uncertainty as to when we may next be able to work. In these situations the negatives overwhelm and drag you down. I was no different. But I should've known better. I went to church and received my Lord and unburdened myself. I asked My father to speak with me. He calmly told me that my future was taken care of, then why do I worry. One thing He asked me was to spend my time in thanksgiving and in praise. What I understood out of this exchange was that my eyes were focussed on the wrong things--they were too engrossed in the seeming uncertainties in my life rather than on the face of the Father. When we look to Him for all things our burden becomes lighter and yoke easier.
Last night he spoke through His word--asking--is not the lilies in the fields clothed and beautiful, are not the birds of the sky cared for? How much more is His care and concern for me.
Above all there is this call we are answering--we are leaving our past and moving onto the land that He has pointed out to us--in faith let the journey continue.
I sometimes literally feel the very tangible need to get plugged into the mains for charging. This mains is none other than My father in heaven--a few moments of quietness spent in His presence, communicating in language that needs no words to express, helps me refocus and recharge.
But man being the self destructing creature that he is--often fills his life up with rubbish and seldom finds the time to recharge.The result is world weariness and eventually illness. I am no exception.
Four days ago I was in one of my lowest ebb. Separation from my children, uncertainty of when I can meet them again,uncertainty of when and where to travel and uncertainty as to when we may next be able to work. In these situations the negatives overwhelm and drag you down. I was no different. But I should've known better. I went to church and received my Lord and unburdened myself. I asked My father to speak with me. He calmly told me that my future was taken care of, then why do I worry. One thing He asked me was to spend my time in thanksgiving and in praise. What I understood out of this exchange was that my eyes were focussed on the wrong things--they were too engrossed in the seeming uncertainties in my life rather than on the face of the Father. When we look to Him for all things our burden becomes lighter and yoke easier.
Last night he spoke through His word--asking--is not the lilies in the fields clothed and beautiful, are not the birds of the sky cared for? How much more is His care and concern for me.
Above all there is this call we are answering--we are leaving our past and moving onto the land that He has pointed out to us--in faith let the journey continue.
