[My sheep know my voice]
A Short Story
Yesterday morning was a typical morning. I woke up, grabbed my tablet, and got cracking on one of my blog pieces! I was thoroughly enjoying it too. However, my thoughts are many, so I was editing to reduce my work in length. By the time I was finished, it ended up longer than it was originally. (Mah! One of my best friends refers to this vocalization as “angry duck.”)
A Bit of a Backstory
On Tuesday I’d messaged someone asking for more info on a matter. The response I finally received yesterday morning revealed only what I already knew. (Double mah!)
Before my feet had even hit the floor I felt that my day was sliding backwards on me. (I wanted to write webbed feet, but then I had the thought, “What if people believe it’s true?)
If that weren’t enough, Andrew told me his legs were shot, revealing that nothing would be going as planned today. (This is pretty normal for us.)
One by one I watched my goals for the day fly right out the window. (I gave up “mah-ing” at this point and decided to just grin and bear it.) The sun was shining, so something was at least going my way.
Andrew says the summer-like weather is my fault. He told his mom that I prayed too hard. No, I just hoped against all hope…hehe. (Romans 4:18)
Time to Paws and Reflect
Refusing to see my setbacks as anything more than temporary I began my day trusting that all these silly little things would eventually be resolved. We’ve had a lot of setbacks. Sometimes I feel as if our giants have taken out their bats and pounded us into the ground. (Yeah, that’s what they think.) They seem to forget that I’m God’s kid. I don’t give up. Backing down isn’t going to happen.
I’m certain that I will continue to be tested on this, but I haven’t backed down from a challenge yet. Why? I know something that my giants don’t seem to understand: with God all things are possible. (Matthew 19:26) So I put my tablet down and went to feed our kitties.
After breakfast our tabby Sheya was ready for mommy and kitty time over in the sunny spot. (I wrote about this in Held.) She’s a typical finicky feline. It’s her way or no way. Being that cats are creatures of habit we try to do what works for both of our kitties.
God gave us dominion over the critters. This makes it our job to care for, control, and even consume them as we determine is appropriate. (Genesis 1:26 ) I feel the need to say that I don’t eat cats. I know that this is a thing in some cultures, but It’s not my thing. I digress…
While we may have dominion over the animals, Jesus receives the say in our lives. As the sheep of his pasture we have to listen carefully for His instruction and then follow His lead. (Psalm 100:3)
The Lord speaks in so many different ways. Sometimes it’s straight to us. Other times it’s more indirect. Instruction may come through the words of others. Music speaks loudly too. He may even speak through nature and animals. I’m not speaking about talking animals here, though there is a Bible story about a talking donkey. (Numbers 22:21-41)
Yesterday morning I referred to Sheya as my little muse. Andrew responded to me with, “Your “mews” huh?” My “mews” indeed. She’s one of the ways God speaks to me. Thus she is my muse (or inspiration.)
Comfortable in my lap, Sheya sprawled out and laid her head down on my knee. She stopped purring and closed her eyes. I turned to Andrew and said, “Look at her.” Andrew turned my way and awed at the sweet sight he was seeing. My thoughts and my words were as follows: “She trusts me completely. An animal will only allow itself to rest in your lap if it has absolute certainty that it is secure in your care.”
Resting in God takes trust too. Sometimes I don’t give myself a real break because I feel as though I have to make up for how dependent Andrew and I are right now. However, I’m learning a lot about not leaning on my own understanding. I’m also learning about listening, trusting and doing. Sometimes God says “Okay kid, it’s time for you to give yourself a break and just rest in me.”
What does it mean to rest in God?
It means that we don’t labor any more. We don’t work to earn His love and forgiveness. That’s what Jesus sacrifice on the cross was for.
Right now Andrew and I are literally not laboring. When we gave up our business I took my “urnin’ a living” photo and added the words “no longer” God’s speaking through that too.
“Now to the one who works, wages are not credited as a gift but as an obligation. However, to the one who does not work but trusts God who justifies the ungodly, their faith is credited as righteousness.” –Romans 4:4-5
While resting in God doesn’t necessarily mean physical rest, I’m getting the message. Now that the sun is shining again I know that He wants me to do as I’ve learned: trust, listen and do.
I’ve been going in circles and beating myself up. Not because I believe that I have to earn His love, but I have a tendency to over think things. It’s complicated. Thoughts and feelings have been colliding, and life matters have been dragging me down.
What God is speaking to me is that I need to give myself a break, both mentally and physically. It’s time to spend more time enjoying the good things that He has blessed us with, and leave the rest to Him.
I’ll be taking a blogging break. (2 possibly 3 weeks…I’m not too sure. I’m playing it by ear.)
“My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me. I give them eternal life, and they shall never perish; no one will snatch them out of my hand.” –John 10:27-28