Sunday, June 12, 2016

When You Hit the Wall~

Have you ever hit the wall?

You know.
You were moving forward,
making progress,
and then,
all of the sudden,
without any warning,
all forward progress came to a screeching halt?

No matter what you do.
No matter what you don't do.
Nothing seems to be able to propel you into a forward motion again.

It's almost as though you've stepped into an invisible puddle of super glue and you're stuck.

This is how I have been feeling for the past couple of weeks.
I feel as though I am in a spiritual funk.

Thankfully, I know my God is right here with me.
He, who is faithful, has promised to never leave me or forsake me.
I can still hear His still small voice,
and I can still feel the stir of His Spirit deep in my inner man.
God is here, but I can't seem to get lose from this "stagnant" place.

Tonight, wanting so desperately to step free and to get back to moving on,
I cried out to God.
As I opened His word,
His Spirit guided me here,
to these precious words:

"God, my shepherd!
I don't need a thing.
You have bedded  me down in lush meadows,
you find me quiet pools to drink from.
True to your word,
you let me catch my breath
and send me in the right direction."
~Psalm 23:1-3, MSG

And, I realized,
much to my total amazement and complete delight,
this place I am finding myself at
is a gift, -
a gift lovingly given to my by The Good Shepherd.

Because,
truth be told,
this sheep is tired.
This sheep is weary.
This sheep is worn.

This sheep has been trying to keep up with all the other sheep.

This sheep has been trying
to keep marching on
and fighting the good fight of faith,
to keep going and going and going . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

But,
honestly,
this sheep has no more get up and go to get up and go with.

But,
I've been trying to.

And, not only that,
I have been getting completely frustrated with myself for not -
for not doing,
for not accomplishing,
for not moving on,
for not arriving,
for. being. stuck!

In fact,
I've been so consumed with frustration in this "sedentary" place,
I have foolishly failed to notice,
much less partake of,
the lush meadows and the quiet pools of refreshment
God has so graciously placed before me.

I have failed to simply rest in this place and catch my breath.

And, I wonder about you.

How, maybe like me,
God has brought you to a "resting place".
And, maybe like me,
you are so blinded by your desire to move forward,
you are convinced this place of blessing
is nothing more than an unwanted spiritual funk -
a place to fight your way through and back out of.

Maybe, like me,
you've been so busy resisting the "pause",
you've failed to notice the blessing in this place of stillness.

Hear these words again:

"God, my shepherd!
I don't need a thing.
You have bedded me down in lush meadows,
you find me quiet pools to drink from.
True to your word,
you let me catch my breath
and send me in the right direction."

Oh, these precious words.

Maybe, just maybe,
it's time for you and me to catch our breath.

Maybe, just maybe,
The Good Shepherd is treating you and me the way He always does -
with tender kindness, mercy, love and grace.

Maybe, just maybe,
our Abba Daddy is pulling us from the rat race of human existence and inviting us
to come and to sit at His feet,
to come and drink of The Living Water found only in Him.

Maybe, just maybe,
our Heavenly Father is not keeping us from,
but fortifying,
equipping,
strengthening,
and renewing us,
in the midst of.

Let's catch our breath.

And then,
when the Good Shepherd is ready to lead,
let's you and me follow Him
all
   the
      days
         of
           our
               life.








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2 comments:

  1. I thank you for sharing.
    In August 2015 I was in a horrific motorcycle accident and was bed ridden for months with a long recovery road ahead. I was a person that hit the floor running from yhe moment my eyes opened.
    In my co dition all I could do was lay in a bed. It was hard to do nothing, but scripture came to me on "resting in the Lord" and as I lay among the pillows packed around me to hold my broken bones in place...i began to see them as being in God's hand cupped around me to heal me. And He did! More than physical healing He healed my marriage, my faith and my heart.
    Like a small child fights the secure atems of a parents...God knew best and placed me whereHe could do most good in my life.
    God is so good when we allow Him to work in our life.

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  2. Thanks, Stacy. This really hit the spot for me today. :)

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