A few weeks ago, I wrote about an amazing morning of worship I was allowed to experience through God’s grace. It was a rainy Monday morning, which usually would cause me to have feelings of dread and sleepiness, but on that particular Monday, God opened my eyes to see Him in spite of the circumstances around me. Oh how I wish I could remain on those mountaintop moments! There is nothing like experiencing that kind of intimacy with your Creator.
But like all fickle humans, whose feelings and attitudes can change on a dime, today is a much more subdued kind of day. I am finding it hard to focus. My mind wanders during prayer. The words of the Bible seem to blur together. And I find myself just staring at my computer screen unable to write the words to my next curriculum lesson.
I begin to get frustrated with myself, thinking things like: “What is wrong with you?, Some writer you are!, It shouldn’t be this hard!”
I haven’t left my family room, and yet, I feel as though I have been engaged in a battle all morning. Satan’s accusations fly at my heart like arrows shot with expert accuracy. My heart takes a few hits before I realize that I am under attack. But then something extraordinary happens; a shield appears and begins to deflect those arrows. Somewhere in my head I hear the words of Romans 8:1, “There is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus,” and Romans 8:34, “Who then is the one who condemns? No one. Christ Jesus who died–more than that, who was raised to life–is at the right hand of God and is also interceding for us.”
As the arrows seem to slowly fade away, I suddenly remember that His grace is all I need, and that His power is made perfect in my weakness. I feel as though the battle is temporarily over, and instead of being left weary and tired, I am renewed and strengthened.
I may not have the same intense feelings of worship and happiness that I experienced on that rainy Monday, but I have a deep sense of peace and quiet joy that will allow me to write in Jesus’ power. I may still feel fuzzy and easily distracted, but my head has instructed my heart to trust in Jesus’ strength and give Him my weakness.
Considering He could turn five loaves and two fish into a lunch fit for well over 5,000, I am confident He can turn my distracted thoughts into the words of a curriculum lesson.
From one distracted child of the King to another, my I encourage you to submit your weakness to Him and trust in His strength today. And may we all SEE God as more than enough.