The schedule was already going to be tight, and then an unexpected twist made it a little tighter.
Funny how quickly Satan jumps on the twists and turns and blows them sky-high out of proportion in a matter of a few heartbeats.
“This is ridiculous!”
“How on earth!”
“I cannot believe…”
And with each beat the tempo increases until my chest feels tight with anxiety. Each thought taking me further down the path of Enemy-cultivated irrationality. Small things that matter not at all in the grand scheme of things suddenly seem huge.
Driving the car to yet another destination and conviction slams the brakes on the desperate heart-thrumming and I take a deep breath, and out loud list the things I am thankful for, and as it turns out, it’s a rather long list. Out loud, so I hear my voice echo in my ears rather than just in my mind; it makes the truth ring a little louder.
Heart rate normalizes, the grip of the Enemy loosens, the moment becomes joy.
It’s not by chance that she’s wearing her “I’m gonna change the world” shirt right now. If I’m going to be a world changer, let be be one who is quick to listen to the whisper of my good Father.
Thankful for the chance to lift my eyes back to Jesus so quickly. Thankful for the chance to live a world changing life. Thankful that gratitude is so beautifully simple and grace-filling.