My heart is heavy. My mind is loud.
I committed to The World Race 7 1/2 months ago. And those months have been full of pure joy. But Satan likes to use our fears and weaknesses against us. When we least expect it, he likes to slither against our flesh, almost just as a reminder that he is there, that he is present, alive, real.
I have personal emails to go through. I have text messages unread. I have voicemails waiting to be heard. I have Facebook messages begging for my attention. I have bills that need to be paid and financial stressors that need to be solved. My work email is too demanding with its lists of do this and do that. There are kids I need to visit, notes I need to sign, and treatment plans I need to update. I have a personal to-do list a mile long. I have a World Race notebook full of deadlines. I have a gym membership I need to use. and my Bible just sits there quietly, waiting.
Like a snake, Satan has slithered his way around my neck.
A family member has been diagnosed with cancer.
I begin to lose my breathe.
Lord,
You know my fears. You knew when I signed up for this what I did not want to happen.
He gives me no choice but to fight.
I care too much. Not in a selfish way. I love too much. Not in an immature way. No, not this time.
I am gasping for air.
Lord,
You know my weaknesses. You knew when I signed up for this that I let that go.
My eyes and head are becoming foggy.
Lord…
Daughter,
Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth. I am Healer. I am Prince of Peace.
Steady my heart. Quiet my mind.
