When Nothing Goes Your Way . . .

This morning was a morning of Unsatisfactory Everything for me.  The kids wouldn’t get up and get going, nobody could find the shoes I wanted for one of the babies, cars couldn’t seem to pull out into traffic at a reasonable rate (hello road rage), I called my husband to talk things out, looking for a little redemption or maybe just some comfort and he seemed too busy to talk to me . . . On and on and on it seemed to go.  I felt that anxious struggle for breath I feel when the world seems to be weighing in a little extra heavily as it sometimes does.  So, I breathe and turn the radio up—drown out my worries for my last few minutes of alone time before I get to work and start on today’s newest projects.

In the eye of the storm
You remain in control
And in the middle of the war
You guard my soul
You alone are the anchor
When my sails are torn
Your love surrounds me
In the eye of the storm

Finally, a deep breath as God tells me to calm down and relax.  He’s got this, just like he’s got everything else in my sometimes overwhelming life.  With six kids, a full time job, a full time husband, practices, games, dropping off, picking up, breakfasts, lunches, suppers, snacks, trying to keep the house reasonably clean, making sure homework gets done, finding time to write my next book, and just generally keeping everything in order, sometimes life feels like a whirlwind!

But, don’t we all feel like that sometimes?  You might have one kid, or two.  You might not have any, just a couple of pups running around.  It doesn’t matter what we have going on in our lives, we can all feel overwhelmed, defeated, deflated, overrun.  Thank goodness for the radio this morning to remind me that what I had going on was just a small blip in my day and nothing could compare to God’s love for me.

When Eye of the Storm finished up, it was followed immediately by Good, Good Father.

I’ve heard a thousand stories of what they think you’re like
But I’ve heard the tender whispers of love in the dead of night
And you tell me that you’re pleased
And that I’m never alone

You’re a good good father
It’s who you are, it’s who you are, it’s who you are
And I’m loved by you
It’s who I am, it’s who I am, it’s who I am

Music speaks to my soul.  It’s a prayer I can sing along to while worshiping my Father.  It lifts my spirits when they are low.  I just can’t reside in that defeated spirit when I’m singing and worshiping and praying to my God.  Praying just seems to change our attitude.  When I’m upset with my husband or kids, I try to pray for them, find a way to offer them the same GRACE I’m looking for from them.

Prayer is a shield to the soul, a sacrifice to God, and a scourge for Satan. ~ John Bunyan

My youngest daughter found a fortune cookie this morning from the previous night’s dinner.  It was still in its plastic wrapper and she asked me to open it.  I did, and the message said ‘Stay calm in a crisis situation’.  I laugh about it now, but perhaps I should have just listened.  Perhaps it was God just sending me a little message this morning saying, ‘It might get crazy around here for a little bit, but I’ve got it.  Stay calm.’

So, I’m praying this morning, for peace, for rest, for calm, or for a little calm maybe, possibly for just a little bit.  I’m praying for strength and grace and mercy, and I’m thankful that God’s mercies are NEW every single morning and he loves me in spite of every single thing I’ve done and in spite of every single time I’ve not looked to him first.  Thank you for being a loving, good, good Father!

~ Jak

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