It’s too easy to worry. I hate it.
Sometimes I look around me and wonder if other people are even thinking about some of the things that drive my mind to oblivion. Like, the kind of thinking that just snowballs races runs jumps until I’m standing teetering on the edge of anxiety. Where are the brakes on my thinking?
I know I’m analytical. I write to help me understand what’s going on in my life and what God is doing. Sometimes, though, the analysis slowly draws my head downward until I’m navel-gazing and trapped inside a melodramatic bubble where I forget Jesus is still Lord and that he’s in control because, hey, he made the universe and holds it together. Col 1:15-20.
I’m reading Luke. I’m taking each piece and just studying it, instead of glazing over and neglecting to ask questions: what does Jesus mean? Why did Luke choose to include this in his narrative? What does this episode show about who Jesus is? I’m learning from Luke: John the Baptist got discouraged, too. Jesus was frustrated that people were just looking for a cheap show instead of understanding their need to repent and seek God in faith. The thorns in the parable of the sower represent the worries and snags of this life.
It’s easy to be home for the summer and let reflection spiral down into guilt trips or paralysis analysis. Walking in Christ is hard, and it’s really difficult when your biggest enemy can be yourself. The true state of reality is not in my head but in the pages of Scripture, the words and identity of Jesus Christ.
Yes. That’s the answer to God’s promises, as Paul wrote in 2 Cor. 1:20, because of Christ. Yes.
Yes, I tell my mind. God is real, more real than your wrong thoughts about yourself. Yes, Jesus is Lord. Yes, it’s alright, because God is in charge.
Yes.
