My blood pressure rises, worry moves in. My head begins to spin, thoughts grab hold from all directions. It seems to be one of those days, or weeks when all falls apart. The daily pressure of business, motherhood and living threatens to bring me down. But where is God in all this?
In Scripture I read the promises of peace – rest. Through the rising panic I try to grasp the meaning of His Word. Is it for me today? Yes, I must believe that it is. So what then? Are my emotions overriding the promises of God? I have a choice to make; to believe or not to believe. This choice is not new but one that I have been faced with over and over through the weeks and months and years.
As my heart turned to the Maker of today, His Spirit was stirred within – challenged to enter the battle. In my mind I began to pray, to quote Scripture and to focus on Him who gives strength for every situation. He never intended me to do this life alone. So I call on Him to fulfill His promises now, for the strength and peace I need for today.
Panic flies in the face of belief in God. It is the voice of the enemy telling me I just can’t do it today. Words bubbling up, wanting to speak out of my mouth that this is just a bad day, it’s too hard for me today. But those words are a lie, I must reach out for truth. Truth comes from God who says His strength is perfect in my weakness.