To think that the pain, torture, humiliation, and death of one person, could bring life, love, joy, peace, strength, and power to so many is beyond comprehension.
When I think of my own life, and the things that Jesus took the blame for in my life alone… there are no words. Grateful doesn’t quite express it; but it will have to do.
"… the blood that gives me strength from day to day; it will never lose it’s power."
I’m not sure why I find it so difficult to relax. When I’m not doing something I deem productive, it makes me extremely anxious. When I try to chill, I’m thinking of all the things that I could be doing. When I have nothing to do (which is rare); I feel like I MUST be forgetting something. It’s exhausting.
The paradox is that when I’m overwhelmed by obligations, I’ll throw caution to the wind and do something completely unrelated or unimportant until I’m ready. So, the productivity doesn’t even necessarily have to be related to something that needs to be done. I just can’t deal with not doing anything at all. The art of leisure escapes me.
Crazytown, I know. I was reading my devotional the other morning (“Jesus Calling”, I recommend it!) and the first two sentences were:
“Be still in my presence even though countless tasks clamor for your attention. Nothing is as important as spending time with Me.”
Man. I had to apologize to God for treating prayer/reading scripture as a task and not truly resting in His presence… for not being still with Him without thinking about what time it is, or what time I have to get up in the morning, or what tasks I have to complete FOR Him. He just wants me to hang out with Him with no regard for anything else. He’ll take care of everything else when I calm down and make our relationship my top priority.
…Then Jesus said, “Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest.” Matthew 11:28 (NLT)
Yes, yes yall… I am now 30 years old and have conquered the roaring 20s. Tis better to learn from the mistakes of others, rather than experience them for yourself. So, take heed of the following grasshoppers. Don’t do these things. I’ve done them for you:
Man. This is the very last week of being in my 20s. On Sunday, I’ll be turning 30 in the Bahamas. (woo-hoo!)
I’m welcoming that dirty 30 with open arms. Excited for what’s ahead. Maybe when I return from my trip I’ll school you young grasshoppers on some life lessons the 20s have taught me.
Until then…To the beach, I go.