My Heart
(Troy and Mia are my favorites too, but I feel like I just posted about how Tman is my fave (Remember? I said that I'd choose him if there's an earthquake...) and Mia is kind of a given anyway. I intend on writing proper blogs about each of them, just not right at the moment. But I do love them. Dearly.) Onto the regularly scheduled program. (PS. I think that was the first time in my entire life that I spelled 'scheduled' correctly on the first try. I'm so proud!)
Lately I've been feeling a little "poor me" -ish. I don't even know if that's the right way to put it, because I'm not sitting here throwing daily pity parties or anything. But I will say that there is an obvious battle going on for the well being of the condition of my heart. I feel it everyday. Temptation to be jealous. To be bitter. Angry even. I feel the battle for my attitude when my husband calls and says he's going to be a little late coming home from his job. His job that he loves, that he thrives in and that supports our family and his employees. A job that challenges him in a good way. I am so thankful for his job, and yet lately I've been having to prayerfully choose to be supportive.
I feel the battle for my attitude when my kids are all asking me for things at the same time and I can't even think straight or complete a thought - let alone a conversation with anyone, even God. There is a war being waged over my response to them. Will I show patience and love and joy? Or will I fail the moment and snap? There are battles all around me, every moment. I can feel it.
Just tonight I sat and listened to a lady talking about a conversation she had with her son and I literally thought to myself, "I want to be in this moment with her and be excited with her but what I really feel is jealous that she actually had time to have an entire conversation with her one child, and she remembers it." I really thought that.
Praise God I do not operate on my own! Left on my own I would be a pile of pitiful mush. But I have not been left on my own. The very moment I gave my life to Christ I gave up all sense of "self" and replaced me with Him. There is such comfort to me in this truth, that the battle has been won! Though the enemy fights on and on, and at times can claim a moment, he will not claim victory over me ever. Never ever.
Psalm 91:11 says, "For he will command his angels concerning you, to guard you in all your ways; they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone."
There are a lot of stones in my life right now and I don't know about you, but I am SO thankful that the God of the universe loves me enough to command his angels to guard me and lift me up so I will not strike my foot against one of them. Thank you Lord!
Lately I've been feeling a little "poor me" -ish. I don't even know if that's the right way to put it, because I'm not sitting here throwing daily pity parties or anything. But I will say that there is an obvious battle going on for the well being of the condition of my heart. I feel it everyday. Temptation to be jealous. To be bitter. Angry even. I feel the battle for my attitude when my husband calls and says he's going to be a little late coming home from his job. His job that he loves, that he thrives in and that supports our family and his employees. A job that challenges him in a good way. I am so thankful for his job, and yet lately I've been having to prayerfully choose to be supportive.
I feel the battle for my attitude when my kids are all asking me for things at the same time and I can't even think straight or complete a thought - let alone a conversation with anyone, even God. There is a war being waged over my response to them. Will I show patience and love and joy? Or will I fail the moment and snap? There are battles all around me, every moment. I can feel it.
Just tonight I sat and listened to a lady talking about a conversation she had with her son and I literally thought to myself, "I want to be in this moment with her and be excited with her but what I really feel is jealous that she actually had time to have an entire conversation with her one child, and she remembers it." I really thought that.
Praise God I do not operate on my own! Left on my own I would be a pile of pitiful mush. But I have not been left on my own. The very moment I gave my life to Christ I gave up all sense of "self" and replaced me with Him. There is such comfort to me in this truth, that the battle has been won! Though the enemy fights on and on, and at times can claim a moment, he will not claim victory over me ever. Never ever.
Psalm 91:11 says, "For he will command his angels concerning you, to guard you in all your ways; they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone."
There are a lot of stones in my life right now and I don't know about you, but I am SO thankful that the God of the universe loves me enough to command his angels to guard me and lift me up so I will not strike my foot against one of them. Thank you Lord!
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