I admit it. I’m a little on the clumsy side.
At a July 4th church picnic when I was about to pop with my first son, I tripped on a cobblestone and had one of those “slow-mo” falling experiences. Arms flailing, pregnant belly bouncing, eyes and mouth open wide. I fought to regain my balance while at least four deacons ran their own slow-mo sprint to my aid. No damage to anything but my pride and one deacon’s plate of potato salad.
When the same baby boy was still in an infant carrier, I parked on the curb next to a friend’s home, pulled his carrier from the back seat, and turned to trek across her front yard, only to trip over the curb and send my baby boy, seat and all, flying across the yard. With bleeding knees and a startled baby, I limped to my friend’s cosmetic party. It was about that time that my hubby forbade me from climbing ladders without a spotter.
More recently, I clomped down the stairs with my sister-in-love’s overstuffed garment bag folded over my arm. The hangers latched on to my leg resulting in an undignified tumble down the last half of the stairs. My knees are now a permanent shade of bruise.
My body isn’t the only clumsy part of me.
My mind has a terrible habit of getting tripped up by thought traps. See if any of these get the best of you?
- I’m passed over for a project I believe I’d do well; confidence crumbles and doubt dances.
- I tweet encouragement to people who never respond; my craving to be appreciated slaps my calling to love.
- I fail to stick to my eating plan or my cleaning schedule or my to-do list…again; discouragement weighs heavier than my will to begin again.
On a day when my heart’s knees were bloody from tripping over unwelcome thoughts, God led me to some healing words from Peter.
Gird up the loins of your mind, be sober, and rest your hope fully upon the grace that is to be brought to you at the revelation of Jesus Christ. (I Peter 1:13 NKJV)
In his book, Sparkling Gems from the Greek, Rick Renner explains the term “gird up” refers to an athlete snugly tucking the stray fabric of his robe into his belt prior to a race. Can you imagine the Roman athletes trying to run in those robes? Talk about clumsy!
Just like those athletes, I need to tie up the loose ends of my mind so I can run the race with confidence. By tucking stray thoughts into the Belt of Truth, I will be unhindered, undisturbed, and unchained!
I don’t know about you, but I’m tired of tripping. I may not be able to do much about my body’s tendency to stumble, but, thanks to Jesus, my mind can be sure and steady.
Let’s gather up those stray thoughts and tuck them into truth!
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