| “Yes, my soul, find rest in God; my hope comes from him.” Psalm 62:5 Dear Father, none of us wants to become old and lonely, mumbling to ourselves out loud, as we amble along through our last days. But the truth is, we’re always talking to ourselves, with words no one can hear. Some of us talk contemptuously to ourselves—heaping on blame, shame, and vain regrets. Some of us carry on a boring, self-focused monologue—reminding ourselves of what we deserve, lamenting how few people really “get” us, and planning ways to get even or get more. But as your children, we are all called to address ourselves like King David did in Psalm 62. You promise a rest you alone can provide. You give a hope only you can guarantee. So, on this Monday in May, we say to ourselves… “Anxious self, find your calm in Jesus, alone. Take your restlessness to the One who gave you birth and new birth. Surely you can trust him who gave you a new heart and his perfect record. Jesus won your peace, and is your peace. He is at work, right now, in all things for your good.” “Vulnerable heart, don’t plug your “joy-cord” into mere people. Don’t hitch your fulfillment-wagon to burros without legs. Only your Father knows you thoroughly, and loves you totally. He is all you need, and you really are his.” “Angry me, how much energy are you wasting blaming, “should-ing,” and resenting? You’re acting like a spiritual orphan, like you don’t actually have a heavenly Father who loves and cares for you. Get back home.” So Very Amen. |