The beauty of God’s word is that it holds answers to every question I have. Maybe not billboard size, but if God wants me to understand something or wants to teach me something it is there for me in his word! This is true of my time in the word lately.
I shared early I struggle with jealousy. I struggle to be joyful with someone else. A true struggle. I am also digging into what it means to love when we are all imperfect. This means we are going to need to confront sin at times in one another’s lives. If you are not used to this then it’s quite a sting to the system. If you are used to it than it is still quite a sting to the system. I am doing a Beth Moore bible study and in it was scripture leading us to the place where we can complain and bring our complaints. We can bring our complaints to our friend Jesus! I had not thought of this for some reason. I have been wondering if I am in the middle of trying to have a good attitude, so as to glorify the Lord. What do I do with my feelings, I know feelings are just that feeling, I know they are not the truth.
Yet as much as I want to wish them away they don’t poof disappear. My attitude doesn’t poof change and makes me like my twins more. BUT…I can talk with Jesus! I can tell him all my griefs. When I’m heavy laden I can take it to him in prayer! DUH!!! I can complain to Jesus. I can tell him my frustrations, I can tell him what I hate. In the confessing to him, my heart changes. Something gets released to him when I reveal to him my ugliness, my thoughts I want no one else to hear or even imagine I’m thinking! My frustrations, my bad attitude I can’t change has somewhere to go! There is a garbage dump that returns joy and gladness for your nasty slimy ugly self! Yet it’s the most beautiful garbage drop off site I’ve ever seen! There is no murkiness, the baggage, and slim disappear. His lake where he throws my burdens and sins must be VERY VERY deep!!!!
Yes, Jesus knows my every weakness, when I’m heavy laden, and cannot bear another minute. When my twins are drawing every ounce of patience I have, when Maddie has peed on the floor for the 10th time during potty training, when I don’t want to jump with joy at another’s blessing…take it to the Lord in prayer!!! He loves me! He LOVES me! A foul disgusting mess and he LOVES me!!!!
Thank you, Jesus!