I’m not one to run to people with my issues. Ask me how I’m doing and I will probably give you my default answer, “Good, yeah I’m good.” It’s not that I want to be false, I’m just not one to lightly bare my soul.
Maybe you can relate?
I remember several years ago hearing Joyce Meyer on the television telling us to “Run to the throne not the phone.” I know she wasn’t suggesting we never talk with a trusted friend or counsellor. It was just that some people either run to the phone only, or they run to the phone first, putting Christ as a last resort.
Are you a phone first or throne first kind of girl?
A few years back I was having some issues. I had gone to the throne and talked about them with my heavenly Father almost on a daily basis. He told me to go talk with one particular lady at church. I thought it odd that the creator of mankind would pass me off to one of His creations. What in the world was a mere mortal going to do that the great I AM couldn’t do?
I didn’t want to take my concerns to that particular lady, so I shelved the idea.
Have you been down that road?
The Lord instructed you to do something and it wasn’t what you had in mind so you either put it off or conveniently forgot about it?
The issue continued and I continued to bring it to the Lord. He reminded me to talk with that particular lady. “Not her Lord. Please not her.” Now let me make something clear, It wasn’t that she was mean, oh no quite the opposite. She was a sweet southern soul, kind and considerate. Gentleness and love poured out of her every word and action. She loved everyone and everyone loved her. But I did not want to talk with her, at least not in a counselling situation.
I brought up several other names before the Lord, each time He brought me back to the sweet southern soul. It was way past time to obey.
Picking up the phone I dialed her number, half hoping she would not answer. At least I could tell the Lord I tried and perhaps then He would say I could talk with someone else.
Have you ever given the Lord alternatives to His plan for you?
When she answered I felt embarrassed and stumbled over my words. I apologized over and over again for bothering her. It was a difficult conversation for me but, she was gracious and we arranged a date to meet.
I didn’t want to bare my issues to anyone, not even the other names I had mentioned to the Lord. Pride kept them locked inside, walled up in their own prison. I didn’t know it was pride that shackled me. I told myself, my issues were just that, My Issues and nobody’s business other than the Lord’s.
My sweet, southern soul lady listened and only spoke to prompt questions. She didn’t give me a five step plan, or pretend to have all the answers. Instead she gave her ear, her heart and her time.
It was a humbling experience for me to ask for help, but one that I will always cherish.
A wall called Pride, cracked and crashed the day I obeyed the Lord and asked for help.
No matter the name of your wall it can come crashing down too. Seek the Lord and follow His instructions and watch your wall or walls fall.
“God opposes the proud and gives grace to the humble.” James 4:6
Until next week
Looking to Jesus. Living in His Radiance.
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