Archive for January, 2012

I forgot my blasted password again and I couldn’t get into my own blog space! Dang!

It makes me so mad that I can’t even get in touch with myself ;(

Yet, that’s exactly what happens with us and God. Psalm 106 in the Old Testament speaks of how the Jewish people kept forgetting what God had done for them, so they really couldn’t get in touch with Him. Evidentally, their memory lapse necessitated this Psalm which is a long recounting of many of God’s faithful acts on their behalf. Uh, duh!

Well, I’ve been thinking the same thing about my life. I let anxiety or fear creep into my life and I wonder where it is coming from. The answer is simply that I have a lousy memory.

Let’s take finances as an example. A couple of years ago, I was able to sell my practice and transition into full-time writing. And leading up to that culmination was a series of incredibly faithful financial acts that could have only been done with some aid by The Almighty – easily more than those recorded in Psalm 106. But recently, after a few financial disappointments, that old enemy “Fear” began to make me want to “go back to Egypt” or return whence I came because it would be “safer.”

Instead of doing the very things that I’m called to do, I began wanting to play it safe like a coach who prematurely starts trying to chew up the clock instead of letting his leading team do the things that got them the lead in the first place which allows the other team to catch up.

Whenever I begin to complain about life being hard, I know I’m guilty of forgetting. One awful side effect of this mindset is that I miss a two-fold joy: 1) the remembrance of how God took care of me in the past and the accompanying warm fuzzies of having a heavenly Father who always takes care of me, and 2) the joy that I lose this moment, in the present, to worry.

So, if you’re wondering why life is so dang hard, get in touch with your past and you’ll see a faithful God on every road and intersection that got you to this point. Even if it’s through the discipline of a journal, photo albums or an old friend who walked the trail with you, don’t let memory loss pave a path of worry. You’ve been down this road before.

P.S. If by chance, you’ve ignored Him once or a million times and you find yourself off on a bunny trail, call out to Jesus and He’ll get you back. He’s the great Transportation Department in the sky and He designed and knows all of the roads.

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Even in the midst of the highest-hedged, most cleverly designed maze, there is always a way out. Its construction, unless conceived by sadist, has as well a thought-out exit as it does an entrance.

But when threatened by its complexities, we may begin to wonder if the designer didn’t have some dastardly propensities lurking somewhere deep in his soul.

Giving in to those negative thoughts as a pattern is almost as evil as a maze designer who is, in fact,  a sadist. If you insist on not being healed or delivered, which is tantamount to rebellion, God will allow you to keep bumping into the hedges of self-will.

God promises ways out. In extreme cases, it’s martyrdom. But that’s a RARE ratio compared with the number of natural deaths.

If you happen to be caught in either a wicked, circumstantial, God-made or self-induced maze, our ears can act as a great GPS. Listen for and follow His voice through His Word, the scriptures, or through the counsel of some wise God-fearing friends or mentor, and you’ll be able to find the way out a lot quicker than by harkening to your self-willed voice or Satan’s mouthy advice.

And when you see Him at the exit, you’ll be reassured that His voice matches His gaze. Just don’t forget this lesson in some of the more complex mazes that are bound to be ahead.

Mazes are found in gardens made by man. In the original garden, we didn’t have to follow His voice to find Him until we listened to the wrong mouthpiece. As usual, it is best to let Him do the talking.

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