I awoke this morning a little later than normal. I didn't wake up until
6:00, but that wasn't a big deal, I had planned to sleep in a little because
I have been feeling a little tired. I rolled over, opened my eyes again and
it was after 8:00. I was in instant panic!
I stumbled out of bed, frantically looking for my glasses and my pants.
It's garbage day and I hadn't put the garbage out yet. The guy from Habitat
From Humanity is coming to pick up the windows and I hadn't dug them out of
the garage yet. I hadn't written Gleanings yet and people are coming over
this morning.
As I stumbled to get dressed and headed down stairs, I passed Kathy who
is sitting contentedly reading her Bible and enjoying a cup of coffee. Seeing
the panic on my face, she wanted to now what the problem is. Stuttering and
stammering, I tried to explain. She replied, "You wanted to sleep in a
little."
A little yes, but not this late!
The garbage is out, the windows are ready for pickup and I'm starting
to breath almost normally again.
Oh yes ... God. I didn't stop to read my Bible. I didn't stop to pray,
unless you count my frantic "Oh God, don't let the garbage guys have been
early today." No wonder I'm all out of sorts.
Every now and then we have those moments where we forget where the
source of our strength and abilities come from. We loose our minds
temporarily and forget to turn to God for help.
David would have been in a mess if he say Goliath and panicked instead
of trusting God.
Moses would have been killed if he hadn't remembered to trust God to
part the Red Sea.
The priests would have stayed on the wrong side of the Jordan for years
if they had panicked instead of trusting God to step into the Jordan River as
they were told.
Perhaps your panic isn't life threatening or wasn’t impact you for all
eternity, but it's still a good idea to stop for a moment and give it to God.
