For the Bible tells me so…
This weekend I had the great pleasure of preaching at both Norway and Redeemer churches. The gospel from Luke reminded us that being overly prepared for impending doom is quite unnecessary. When the time comes for any kind of disaster, the Lord our God will take care of us. He will give us the words we need when we need them.
Although the gospel mentions major natural disasters, I could not help but think about the disasters and storms that wage on in our own minds. How many of us struggle with demons and ugly monsters that terrorize our thoughts? These thoughts are dangerous and poisonous. However, the fear that these things creates is not always a bad thing.
When I asked the children for some things they fear, a few shouted out that they were afraid of ghosts, monsters, scary guys, spiders, and one child (my own son) confessed that he is scared of sharks. Despite his little experience (no experience, actually) with sharks, the fear is real, folks. When I asked one little boy if he would try to pick up a spider, he said emphatically, “No! It could bite me!” Exactly, kid. That fear of the disgusting little spider that may be poisonous just kept you safe. That fear turned out to be a pretty good thing.
So, let’s turn the adult level back on. We all have scary thoughts run through our minds. Some of us (me!) worry about things that we have absolutely no control over. My husband doesn’t answer his phone; he must be dead in a ditch somewhere. My kids are no longer whining; are they still breathing? So-and-so did not text me back, they must hate me. These are scenarios that completely freak me out, but I have NO CONTROL over these situations. The fear that is evoked by any of these crazy, scary, slightly hysterical thoughts is real. But, if we pray and remember that we don’t have control but that God DOES have control, we will get through any situation. We need to remember that no amount of preparation is ever sufficient. God will give us the words and the strength when the time comes (whatever and whenever that time may be).
Jesus loves us, folks. He loves you. He loves me. He even loves your crazy neighbor. It is true. If we can remember that, we will be OK. We need to harness those negative thoughts, give them over to God, and let him know that, “Dear God, I know you have this one. I know you have all of these messes. I am a little disaster myself, and I am grateful for your love, guidance, and protection. I am undeserving, and you are awesome (literally).”
The song is simple; the message is amazing.
Jesus loves me. This I know, for the Bible tells me so. Little ones to him belong; they are weak, but he is strong.
He is strong. We are weak.
He is awesome. You are an amazing gift, dear reader.
The Displaced City Girl