So, Alex and I have this super annoying neighbor who, I SWEAR, tries three new ways each day to make the loudest, scraping, pounding noises above us as he possibly can. Night or day rain or shine snow or bald he is upstairs bowling, setting off rockets, killing a mongoose, skinning hordes of flailing cats. God. Knows. what.
The other day I was trying to study and found myself raging at the loud-as-the-drums-of-hell cacophony of sounds crashing down at us from upstairs. I was at the point where I could throw my chair at the ceiling…
I almost did but realized it would probably fall back onto my head or make a hole larger than I could fix so instead, I settled for grinding my teeth together and shoving my gummy headphones in my ears.
The moral of the story is this: ask the landlord if you can interview your neighbor and check for steel toed boots before the lumberjack moves in.
The moral is, we don’t realize the power that we have.
I speak of the power we hold when it comes to our thoughts and subsequently, our emotions. It is guaranteed that there will be many moments in the day and throughout the week that don’t go as planned. Say, I didn’t land the interview I wanted or achieve the A+ I had been fighting for or silence the neighbor who is slaying a seizing moose above my head.
What do we do when these things happen? If you’re anything like me, you will start to grumble a little… well if only I hadn’t been so exhausted. If only my professor wasn’t such an egghead. If only I had taken the neighbors legs out when I had the chance. Grumble, grumble, grumble.
Where does that take me? Where does that take you?
Nowhere my friend.
Complaining about the circumstances does nothing but hurt us. Not only that, it’s gives Satan tools to torment us with. When I complain and focus only on what is wrong in my life the awful things become my jailers and my tormentors. I give them power by focusing my attention on them.
Even worse, I am not pleasing God with my attitude. We live in a society where an emphasis is placed on us and our emotions. But here’s a little heads up: just because we feel like moping and hosting a pity party doesn’t mean it’s the right thing for us to do and it certainly doesn’t mean that it’s bringing joy to God’s heart, or our own!
Do you want to overcome the overwhelming situations in your life? Do you want to be victorious over your emotions? Is your desire to please God and live the life you have been created for?
Yes, then praise Him! Sing songs of thanksgiving and when you fall hard say, “thank you for life.” Then continue marching onward. Don’t allow circumstances to dictate your quality of life or govern you. Always be joyful, pray continually and give thanks, no matter what the circumstance. Why? Because this is God’s will for you. If we are children of God we will follow the path He asks us to walk.
We will do this, not necessarily because we feel like it but because we have been called to it. When we do, we will experience joy like we’ve never known it before. When we follow God’s desires for us he will always fill us with joy. Abundant, beautiful, overwhelming joy!
Trust the Lord, remember to praise and thank Him in all things and walk in that perfect delight today my friends.
“Be joyful always; pray continually; give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.”
1 Thessalonians 5:16-18
With much love,
Orange, yellow and red leaves float lazily across the canopy of the heavens then hug themeless closely to any terrain that will have them. Crisp, blue skies mark the top. The smell of harvest marks the bottom. The sound of bickering over a turkey, the horrific consistency of the mashed potatoes and who forgot to take their medication marks the middle.
Indeed, Thanksgiving is a time to remember everything you’ve been blessed with but what happens when you’re stuck in a room with a bunch of people who are just as imperfect as you?
What will you do when you aren’t sure which family member has substituted your tryptophan for cyanide or when your younger such-and-such won’t acknowledge you because you didn’t answer their whiny text, sent the day previous? What if the only thing separating you from these people is a plate of mashed potatoes, some undercooked green beans and a giant, dead bird? Oh Lord… my husband thinks I’m cynical at times. I, as unbiased as I am, would say that these words reek of practicality. What do you do?
I don’t have my PhD yet but I can take some time to answer. Ahem…
I wish I could wave a wand over everything and make some circumstances and certain people disappear.
(Rude? No, I think we’re all just too Canadian sometimes. Sorry.)
Oh, goodness. If only that wand were real…I wish I were able to do such a thing but no. I do not have access to such a brilliant piece of technology (this is probably for the better good of the human race) Please don’t leave! There is still good news. Yes! I have learned something nifty this thanksgiving.
Here it is: I am a judgmental, rotten, selfish sinner with her own closet of filled with skeletons. I look out for myself as number one and expect everything else to do so as well (is this due to a severe case of OCS “Only Child Syndrome” or a result of the fall? Feel free to choose which one to blame, just as we all do).
Whatever the reason, it’s a reality. I suck at times. We all suck at times.
(This is pretty depressing for a Thanksgiving post isn’t it? You’re welcome. I admit to have looked at Facebook and have seen everyone else’s perfect Thanksgiving. In light of this I figured I should rock things up a little. I think it’s necessary that we “screw ups” show the people with perfect lives what the imperfect people deal with.)
Anyhow, I am pleased to let you all know why I need a Saviour! I thank God that I can see how awful I am at times and depravity of my heart.
Do you know what I’m thankful for this Thanksgiving? Ditch the potatoes, they cause far too much controversy and no, I’m not touching that cyanide filled, “specially made” piece of turkey but thank you!
Please give me my Jesus. I just don’t know where I would be without Him.