Yesterday, I intentionally chose to ignore the cardboard trail of boxes that disrupted my path of productivity. I snoozed on the to-do-list! I really didn't care to entertain the emotions of "unpacking;" because then, "moving" would become an immediate reality.
Somehow, I just knew that God was about to flip my world upside down, but I watered the "adrenaline rush" down with a cocktail of hesitation and insisted on a splash of doubt.
What if things went left?
What if my ambition was "overstepping" God's plans?
What if my expectations exceeded what was available (for me)?
As my eyes scanned the piles of excess, tension erupted into an aggressive, fire blazing migraine.
I felt flushed and consumed by the ashes of despair.
However, my agitation was interrupted by a quote from Alphonse Karr, "The more things change, the more they remain the same."
Geez! It had just dawned on me. I had been standing in this valley before. I always managed to camouflage in the shadows of darkness to conceal the light of the truth. I had become a prisoner of war---an internal war!
In my natural habitation, I stockpiled doubt for rainy days and frequented the "watering hole of grief" to pacify the "void" of unfulfillment.
I reluctantly inhibited God's healing abilities, because I draped my wounds with "superficial" fillers.
It was a feeble attempt to dress the ruins of what was dying on the inside--dreams, visions, & goals.
I drank from the well of grief.
I ate from the plate of fear.
I stood on the unstable pillar of unfinished love.
Don't get stuck in a season of the wilderness of wishing, wanting, and waiting.
Your "purpose" is contingent upon your willingness to surrender to your Higher Power.
Come up out the pit of sorrow, drown your excuses, and let God's will prevail.
Don't let your L-O-V-E lay "unfinished" in the tomb of grief.
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