Don’t Worry!

“Don’t worry!” God told me—has been telling me since Wednesday, or probably before that.  “I am all you need!” He’s right, of course.  As usual.  I think he thought it was time to get it through my head.

Matthew 6:34 says, “Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself.  Each day has enough trouble of its own.”  In my action group, we have been studying James, where in chapter 4, verses 13-15 say, “Come now, you who say ‘Today or tomorrow we will go to such and such a town and spend a year there, doing business and making money.’ 14Yet you do not even know what tomorrow will bring.  What is your life?  For you are a mist that appears for a little while then vanishes. 15Instead, you ought to say, ‘If the Lord wishes, we will live and do this or that.’” This morning during my devotion, I looked at Psalm 2:12, “Blessed are all those who put their trust in him.” This morning during church, we looked at Psalm 27:14, “Wait for the Lord; be strong, and let your heart take courage; wait for the Lord!”  Yes, I realize I don’t possess much patience, though I have been called to do so, as it says in Ephesians 4:1-3, “I therefore, the prisoner of the Lord, beg you to lead a life worthy of the calling to which you have been called, 2with all humility and gentleness, with patience, bearing with one another in love, 3making every effort to maintain the unity of the Spirit in the bond of peace.” Enough scripture, but this has all been thrown at me in the last week.  Notice a theme here?

“I got this,” the Lord keeps telling me.  “Just trust me, okay?”  A friend gave me an analogy last night that stuck.  ‘Cuz analogies tend to do that.  We, as humans, are worshiping all the time.  The devil, crafty little tyke he is, presents us with a hook, and he will put anything on that hook to get us to bite.  He knows our weaknesses.  This morning at church, the message spoke about “don’t panic!”  When we panic or worry, we disbelieve God’s word; we distrust God’s promise; we disrespect, we discredit God and all his awesome power.  “You are my child,” God tells me, “You are heir to my kingdom, you have my promise and my word.”  When I start to panic, I have the whole armor of God to put on: the belt of truth, the breastplate of righteousness, shoes to proclaim the gospel, shield of peace, helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit (aka the Bible, packed full of his promises)!

Over the last week, I have begun to write poetry again, as I haven’t for awhile.  Here is the accumulation of a week.

My sight is set on you, oh Lord, let nothing interfere.

I pray that you are all I seek, that nothing else appears.

You, Lord, make me happy, and I need nothing more.

I want you to help me find me, down to my core.

I trust in you, oh Lord my God, I pray that it is so.

Only you can comfort me, giving me peace where e’er I go.

Your word is my light, so I will never lose my way.

I look only to you for guidance, day after day.

Lord, I place all trust in you, you are my perfect God.

You are my lover, my father, my best friend—we’re like two peas in a pod.

God, I’ve said before that all I am is yours.

Help me to remember it, for in you life soars!

What looks impossible for us is just right for you.

Help me to find patience, Lord, and to keep hearing your words so true!

I hope that through my journey, you can take something away, too.  I thank everyone for their continued prayers!

“He got this,” the minister said in church this morning; “He got wha’ chew need!”

I got you, God, and you are ALL I need!

Smiling, Anna =)^2

That’s So Funny!

There are many different kinds of humor.  Various inclusions may include jokes, one-liners, or stories.  There is dry humor and there is witty humor.  Personally, I engage in jokes (knock-knock jokes and forgot-the-punch line-jokes most commonly), stories (sometimes I remember where I’m going and sometimes I don’t), and one-liners (these are usually delivered sarcastically in burn-form or perhaps cleverly).  I actually can’t describe my humor that well, but my timing isn’t always right and sometimes I do indeed forget the punch line.  Christina?  Her timing is magnificent!  She has a great memory, and can quote funny lines from shows she may have seen once.  (I misquote a lot, too.  Another problem with my humor.)  Laura?  She says  funny things unexpectedly.  I love both my sisters, and I love their humor!  Of course, our humor stems from Mom and Dad’s.  I remember…MOST supper-table conversations ending in laughter, many times with a liquid of some sort coming out of a nose.  Yes, everybody has their own sense of humor.

Reactions are always funny to watch, as well.  There is the “Oh!  I know this one!” smirk in which the listener either sits back and lets the teller finish or interrupt and finish it for them; the pause after the punch line before the listener starts the laughing that comes with the “I get it!” phase; the laughter that comes at the right time at the end of the joke; or the boo-ing of a “That’s not funny” or “I didn’t like that” kind of joke.

Humor is a funny thing, let me tell you.  Pranks?  As long as they aren’t mean are hilarious.  The ones I do on my own aren’t that great, pouring water over someone’s head at the beach, abusing my control of the hose at a car wash, or putting ice down someone’s shirt at a banquet?  But I am always ready to aid in one, such as hanging pictures from magazines all over the rooms of the staff ladies in their suite.  I don’t even mind being pranked, as long as they’re fun.  Finding a random desk in my room and some empty milk jugs?  Being shot with a water gun or hose (numerous times)?  And here, on Project, there are some funny pranksters.  And we have four more weeks.  We shall see what else happens along those lines!  (Reactions may vary: Read label insatructions for warnings)

But the winner for best sense of humor?  God.  By far, he takes it.  I don’t know HOW he does it.  Okay, well, he’s God, so it’s not that hard for him.  I admit, many times my reaction   lands in the “Aww, really?” type of thought, but sometimes it rests in the pause before laughter of amazement.  Sometimes it’s the reaction as to that of a prank.  One that you acknowledge it’s cleverness of.  Like when I was wondering what on earth he could be up to, giving me MS (this was after I handed it over to him and acknowledged he did it for a reason), and he is glorified by my story!  I have seen more reactions to the goodness God had done and is doing through MS here than I have ever.  Or like when I was panicking about being out in the sun all day on Saturday?  He sent me to the kitchen, doing dishes for four hours.  I ask the Spirit to speak through me when sharing, and I am asking complete strangers the deepest of questions or conversations that I couldn’t even tell you, because it wasn’t even me talking!  I never know what’s up, but God is laughing at me, saying, “Hey, check this out!” and bam, he pulls a quick one.  Rachel told me a story of a man who was having a terrible day, he goes to work, and everything goes wrong.  After work, he drives to the beach, asking God why he’s having such a terrible day.  And then, a bird poops on him.  It’s all perspective, and things in life just happen all the time.  Little things that we don’t acknowledge.  Yes, God is the funniest being there IS.  You just have to SEE it!  And then, of course, laugh with him.