There were three main things I needed to accomplish on my daily To Do list.
The other ten could be pushed around a bit.
I had so much anxiety about these tasks that I brought them to God during my devotional time.
I even began to cry.
The problem was, all three involved someone else’s help to complete.
Not only did I have to relinquish control,
I had to ask for help (so incredibly difficult for me),
and then depend on others.
God was literally telling me everything would work out —
I was writing down the conversation!
Afterwards, I went into a state of meditation,
but within twenty minutes I got so worked up I had to stop and reread what I had just written, to prove to myself God had actually said not to worry — this day had already been worked out.
As the day progressed, each task was fulfilled.
I was in a state of elated disbelief, which begged the question:
Sorrow and Joy can hold hands and skip across a bridge of troubled waters. Joy can soothe Sorrow’s tears by simply being present. Joy doesn’t need to shout to be understood, nor wave about in a frenzy, although she could. Joy is patient with Sorrow and lets Sorrow have all the time she needs.
Do you ever put off something you want to do because of fear? I do.
I’ve wanted to walk in the Gualala River during dry season for years, but have never done it for fear of sliding down the steep embankment and not being able to climb back up.
I was recently walking down by that river and a little internal voice told me today was the day and prayed I wouldn’t get hurt.
I found a walking stick which helped me navigate the precipitous slope; however, I did slide down the last ten feet, thankfully without injury.
I felt so blessed to see the striking white stones, clear water and colorful floating leaves. I even saw eight baby common merganser ducklings behind their mother swim just a few feet from me.
The only people on the river besides me were a young couple with an infant. I assumed they had found a better trail, but when asked, they told me they had slid down too, clutching their baby.
On my return I prayed, “If there’s another easier way to get back up, please show me, Lord.”
But I ended up at the same exact trail. I had a lot of trouble trying to climb back up until a little internal voice suggested I move to the left. There I found a connecting trail with a black rope that was difficult to see against the dark brown soil. It was connected to a tree higher up the bank which enabled me to easily climb back up without incident.
What did I learn?
The internal still, small voice is occasionally The Divine nudging us to overcome our fears and truly trust Spirit.
