When life gets hectic…

DOES IT feel like you’re battling the mythical hydra? Cut one head off and two grow back.

Too many fronts open up at once. Too many challenges boil over. Some things are positive, others painful.

Still, you know — in all things God works for the good of those who love him.

But who decides when things get dicey? Who controls when opportunities and crises come up all at once?

Nobody picks these moments.

But when the Spirit of God gets moving, you might have to sprint to keep up.

Blessings must be administered. Challenges met. And giants taken down by the Word of God.

Sometimes you come out fighting. Other times you think your way through.

Are you at your wits end trying to keep track of it all?

If so, stop for a second. Breathe.

Focus on God’s name, on Christ Jesus the Lord.

Let the Spirit in. Let him quiet the chaos.

Be quiet. Be still.

Deep down, your soul tells you something you already know.

All your worries are in his hands, as you are in his hands, dear child of God.

Trust in the process of faith. Trust in your story of salvation.

Trust in your Creator, your Savior, your God.

He will do the heavy lifting. He will fill in the gaps.

He rises up against the giants for you.

So cling tight to him. Lean hard into your faith. Stay alert, nimble, and quick.

Stand firm in the breach for love and life. Trust and believe.

Then watch the blessings pour in and the giants flee before you.

There will be turbulence. The earth may shake and the wind may howl terribly.

But after a set time, a little while later, the calm will come again.

Peace will fill your soul as you waited faithfully on the Lord.

And your heart will sing and soar with joy.

. . . . . . .

Preserve me, O God, for in thee I take refuge.
I say to the Lord, “Thou art my Lord;
    I have no good apart from thee.”

I keep the Lord always before me;
    because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved.

Thou dost show me the path of life;
    in thy presence there is fulness of joy,
    in thy right hand are pleasures for evermore.

Psalm 16: 1,2,8,11

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