I don’t know. Some days one wakes up like this, sick. You know…just sick, sick of everything. That’s the way this morning was and really, how it’s been, or at least how it’s been building up over the past bit of time.
I gotta tell ya. I sat down and thought I’m sick of it all. I’m sick of this COVID thing going on. I’m sick of politicians period. Nothing is more important to them than turning a problem into a tool for making someone else look bad and themselves look good, and at the expense of the good for the people they are supposed to be the shepherds of. I’m sick of people who howl about how certain lives matter, as if that weren’t true to us already, then use that ideal to justify the use of violence and destruction and taking life themselves to promote their “cause”. It makes me ill that people in leadership allow the lawlessness that goes with these “causes” to proceed unopposed…at the expense of innocent people. It makes me physically ill that we discriminate on what lives matter worldwide in the case of millions of innocent unborn children who we conceive… and are supposed to be the nurturers and protectors for… to be terminated… in most all cases, because we don’t want the “burden” they would “impose” on our life styles. For heaven’s sake, we might have to take responsibility for our actions, be more disciplined. We might have to sacrifice ourselves for their wellbeing.
And well…it’s not just world and nation but also community, work, friends and family and how things can get so twisted up there as well. And the feeling is that I/we are losing something familiar and good, being transformed to something not so good and there is nothing that’s going to stop it.
It seems like we are becoming a nation whose language I do not know, saying things I do not understand. And some days I wake up sick of it all.
But…before writing I listened.
“…When we have exhausted our store of endurance,
when our strength has failed ere the day is half done,
when we reach the end of our hoarded resources
our Father’s full giving is only begun…” He Giveth More Mercy Annie J. Flint
“…Let me at Thy throne of mercy
find a sweet relief.
Kneeling there in deep contrition,
Help my unbelief…” Pass Me Not, O Gentle Savior Fanny Jane Crosby
Words and music of worship and praise literally emptied me of my anger and frustration. The realities are still there but the urge to nurse and feed and express anger were gone and though powerless or not, I need not have a spirit of depression or despair.
Relationship with the Father gives us access to many ways for dealing with attack from the enemy. Words and music of worship and praise, written and left to us by children of God past, the witness of their lives, are record and proof of God’s nearness and that His Goodness exists and where His Goodness is, no bad thing can take hold.
What will we allow to occupy our minds and hearts? If we make it His worship and praise, we will have immunity against a spirit that would have us sick and despondent.
Father, always when there is attack on our spirit, may we sing worship and praise to You within our minds and out of our mouths.
Thank You that they are a cure to sickness of spirit and a nurturing of it to gladness and health.
Your Goodness is now and ever will be powerful for peace and joy.
We love You Father. You are life for us.
In Yeshua’s name we pray,
May God’s love be in us all.
“Don’t delude yourselves, my dear brothers”. James 1:16 CJB.
“…each person is being tempted whenever he is being dragged off and enticed by the bait of his own desire. Then, having conceived, the desire gives birth to sin; and when sin is fully grown, it gives birth to death.: James1:14-15 CJB.