I think doing hard things is a form of worship.
I can’t say that there is immediate joy in doing these things, the hard things that make the flesh scream in anguish because it hates the word no. But I can speak on the unexplainable, invaluable, unprecedented peace that washes over me, or rather stills my heart, my being, every time I choose to feed my spirit instead.
Hard is a word that connotes some level of pressure, meaning I’ll probably break a sweat. It means work is required. A great deal of effort. Intentionality that I would rather not sow. But I am starting to see hard things as little big victories in my maturity in Christ. Mustard seeds sprinkled in the good soil that He daily grooms my heart to be.
When I ask, I expect answers, and my God is faithful to answer, many times with a period of refining, in the form of a series of tests.
A smile instead of a slap. A short prayer instead of a curse, or a clap back. Shaking off the irritation that wells up when I open the door for a person, and they do not acknowledge my chivalry with a thank you. Lifting up my holy hand, instead of the middle finger when a person cuts me off on the road. Opting out of gossip sessions, when I really want to lean in and table the matter. Hugging or kissing it out with hubby shortly after a squabble.
I mean it when I say that the good Lord is doing a mighty good work in me, because more times than not, my flesh wants to be messy. Real messy. But this is what it is for me…
I imagine God smiling when I choose to celebrate the victories of people that haven’t exactly been kind to me.
I sense a tight loving squeeze when I choose to honour my earthly father in ways my flesh knows he does not deserve.
I hear angels singing when I have much to say (to set folks straight) but choose to bridle my tongue.
I feel renewed strength when I choose to let God fight my battles.
I know joy when I let go in the form of forgiveness.
It’s a freeing release into the warmth of His will, and in my christian walk, I have found that whatever may be, I stand taller in God’s shadow.
Letting go of my ways |Matthew 16:24|, which is absolutely a hard thing, honours God, and seeing the act of letting go of my ways as a form of worship is a revelation that was given to me by the Holy Spirit. A revelation that shines the spotlight on the cracks and holes in my ways, making it easier to release.
The spaces between the hard things is where I found me, and isn’t it just so like God to show up in odd, unusual and unexpected places.
Happpy new month!!!!! Happpy monyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!
Wow…. choosing to let God fight your battles… easier said than done sometimes.
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