Life moves, doesn’t it?
My sweet girl moves into double digits this weekend. She has been anticipating turning 10 for years because when she was little, I made up this completely arbitrary number that she had to wait til 10 to get her ears pierced. Because when your only daughter is all the sweetness of 4 she will NEVER turn 10 because that is FOREVER away.
But it is in fact here, and the girl is about ready to burst with glee at the thought of all the amazingness that will come with her big trip to the mall, the friends, the big chair, and the no less than 150 times asking “Mom, will it hurt?”.
Life moves, doesn’t it?
The Thomas home is no different than yours I’m guessing, life is happening and coming at you from every single side. But if you are like me, oh my word, the pace and intensity can suck any sort of preciousness out of our attitudes, right? From frustration at how much needs to get done, to how much isn’t getting done, to feeling less than able to walk through the dailyness of life with any type of grace, much less a hint of joy.
Walking into November though, I want a reboot.
Two years ago I did a series called November Joy, and in it I asked this question: what would my life look like if I actually believed God’s Word when it says “the joy of the Lord is my strength”. How would I go through life if I really got that to my core? A few weeks ago I remembered that series. Then I took a moment to honestly look at my current patterns of thoughts and attitude. …..Hmm.
I want a reboot.
I want a new confession. New words coming out of my mouth. A fresh wonder from the Lord on what it means to walk and to trust Him with this whole thing.
In the middle of this crazy world and crazy life don’t we need a fresh infusion of His JOY? Not an attempt to throw up an easy answer for a difficult situation, not a glib “don’t worry be happy”. No, the reboot I’m talking about is one that meets me at my soul, one that asks me if I believe this stuff or not? A Truth that re-engages my heart to breathe and remember. To remember that no matter what…He is. He is my joy. He is my strength. He is my wisdom. He is my God.
Life is moving, seasons are changing, kids are getting their ears pierced. Meals have to be made, work needs to get done, deadlines have to be met. Maybe you’re in the middle of a season of life where there are disagreements, pain, and possibly more news than you can even bear.
What if we walked into this next month with an anticipation that Jesus might actually want to bring us back our joy?
God Himself, right there in the middle of the messy and beautiful.
See you next week…