My heart is heavy. Someone knotted a boulder to it, jarred my ribs and I’m free falling from a 747. To make matters worse, I’m acrophobic.
Ever feel like you’re bungee jumping without a cord? Like your death grip is slipping from a trapeze bar and there’s no safety net below? Your future looks as appealing as that dark, cold cement you’re plummeting smack dab into. It’s not a pretty picture.
Oh, yes, I’ve been there, one too many times. In fact, my world is swirling around me with each keystroke. Hope feels as miniscule and out of reach as that unattached parachute.
Ironically, I was asked to write an encouragement letter to my Bible study sisters this week. ‘I’m the one who needs encouragement!” The woe-is-me victim shouts. ‘I’m too burdened,’ not only with the needs and prayer requests of others, but for my own life as well. How do I write an encouragement letter when Debbie Downer has Susie Sunshine in a chokehold? How can I overflow to others when my well is empty and dry? How can I help mend another’s heart when mine feels shattered and broken to bits? I need someone to mop up my mess, not the other way around.
It has become so clear to me lately: Oh, how we all need and crave encouragement!
Friends, let’s not pretend otherwise. I need words of encouragement as much as the next person.
Admitting I need others is a huge obstacle I’m learning to overcome. A chaotic childhood taught me I can’t rely on others. I can’t trust others. I can only depend on myself. Even God can’t be trusted. But we know that’s not true.
Ever seen a mustard seed? It’s miniscule and yet the Bible says if we have faith the size of it, we can tell a mulberry tree, ‘Be uprooted and planted in the sea,’ and it will obey us. I confess I don’t have faith like that. In comparison, my faith is more like a grain of sand, most days.
Today is one of those days.
I feel beaten down. Crushed. Waves pummeling so fast I can’t catch my breath.
I’m not impervious to life’s tumultuous tide. That’s why it’s paramount I surround myself with powerful Scriptures that are a lifeblood to my battered heart. Placards, Post-its, index cards, whatnots, full of living, anointed words to remind me my God is in control and will never leave me or forsake me.
Because sometimes this Debbie Downer forgets.
He wants this worrywart to focus on these truths, especially when roadblocks, obstacles and boulders try to block and blur my vision with anything but the truth.
What detours, speed bumps or flat tires have careened your faith off course today? What Goliath needs slaying? What boulder is weighing on your heart? What wave keeps beating you down?
What Scriptures would help clear your vision and lighten your load? Surround yourself with them! Let them become your parachute when your world starts to blur.
“My son, pay attention to what I say; listen closely to my words. Do not let them out of your sight, keep them within your heart; for they are life to those who find them and health to a man’s whole body.” (Proverbs 4:20-22 NIV).
My grain of sand Debbie Downer days will come and go, like the ebb and flow of an ocean’s tide. I’ll sail some moments like waveless seas, calm and peaceful without a ripple in sight. While other moments find me gasping for air in Tsunami’s wake. I am sunburnt, shivering, shipwrecked. I’m left clutching my life vest, desperately praying for the Coast Guard to arrive before the sharks eat me alive. Those times when I feel adrift on a desolate sea—drowning and suffocating beneath heavy waves of doubt, discouragement and despair—I will focus on all the times God has been my faithful anchor in the past. Then I can trust and have faith, once again, that He won’t fail me in the present or future.
No matter how strong the winds blow and the waves come crashing down, He’ll always steer me in the right direction and set my feet on solid ground.
Grasping His buoy of hope, His Word, keeps me afloat every time.
I will never let go. I’ll just keep tightening my grip.
White knuckles and all.
“But encourage one another daily, as long as it is called Today, so that none of you may be hardened by sin’s deceitfulness.” Hebrews 3:13
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