Within the Lines

Is He Enough?

I'm finding that while I claim absolute dependance on God, I live more dependant on chocolate, and order, and achievements, and approval.  I depend on things going the way I expect, which they rarely do, but I can still hope... and mope.  And moping is indeed the order of the day lately. 

A dear friend recently shared something she had heard to the effect that depression is often a reaction to life not going the way we want.  That hit me between the eyes.  Then God began to ask if He was sufficient.  Will I believe in His sufficiency?  In the face of my fears and turmoils, in the face of my weakness and inadequacies, in the face of letdowns and trials. 

Will I allow Him to be my sufficiency?  Will I go to Him for joy instead of ice cream?  Will I seek peace and direction in the latest helpful book and a new schedule, or in prayer?  Will I lay my fears at His feet and trust Him with life no matter what I see and think about it?  Will I trust His strength to hold me when all I see is the desperate depravity within? 

When the day is just a struggle from get-go, with everyone waking up on the wrong side of bed, wouldn't it be better to stop everything and all hit the floor in prayer than to push through?  Wouldn't that teach my kids much more than spelling lessons ever could? 

Worry or wait?  Fear or trust?  Yell or pray?  Control or rest? 

My way?        ...or God's?

Untitled Comment

{ 09:15, Wednesday, March 19, 2008 } { Posted by gabbie427 }

Great post!!!

God's Blessings,
Amy Jo

Chocolate....Diet Dr. Pepper...12 step program? :)

{ 01:47, Thursday, March 20, 2008 } { Posted by pringlemom }

This morning at the doctors office there was a free workbook for kids on drug awareness. I opened it up and the first drug listed was caffeine. Ahhh, yes! I am a drug addict. My ongoing struggle of knowing that the Joy of the Lord is my Strength...but deciding to go for the can of pop instead. How foolish. Then last week at Mayo having them tell me no more caffeine...and yesterday I fell off of the wagon and had 2 1/2 cans. Why does it bring me comfort and joy when everything seems out of control. How can a girl who has had a close relationship and desire for the Lord for 22 years still behave as such a fool. Now I am realizing how much it says about the true strength of my bond with the Lord. He ALWAYS does his part...and I seem to seldom do mine. Yet my Daddy in Heaven continues to extend to me the grace I do not deserve. It is time to let my walk match my talk! Thanks Ang!

Your posting

{ 12:22, Saturday, March 22, 2008 } { Posted by Linda B-Colorado }

You amaze me sometimes with the depth of your introspection and something else...starts with a "C" Oh heck I hate perimenopause! ha :-) Oh yes...Contemplation! You laugh and giggle with me on the phone and then write this soulful and thought provoking note! Love, love the depths of your heart, mind and soul~ Your friend, Linda