Things That Don’t Matter

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This morning I sit and I am thinking of all the people I am praying for and situations I am praying over… my newsfeed is filled with people who need prayer.

War rages in the middle east and war rages in my heart as I sit hear and ponder the matters of life.

Yesterday my Dad, who is currently fighting stage 4 lung cancer, called me to make sure that I knew that my friend Brenda had just been diagnosed with stage 4 ovarian cancer… as I sat talking to my Dad the questions came out…

Daddy, I don’t get it? Is this Satan upping the attack on us… or is this God trying to remind us all to focus on what’s important and live each day like it’s your last because it very well could be?

I keep asking… but I don’t know… I just know God is good and I trust Him.

I went to bed crying and I woke up crying. I went to bed praying and I dreamed last night that I was trying desperately to catch up to the ones I loved without leaving any of the ones I love behind and the whole time there was this person yelling at me, trying to distract me from both, by telling me things that I “needed” to do or get. It was one of those nights where you feel like you are doing all you can to run but somehow you can’t get out of slow motion… but in my dream I kept pressing on…

…and so likewise, here in reality, I will keep pressing on.

I will keep encouraging others to press on.

I woke up exhausted.

I started this post this past Tuesday, but my website has been acting goofy, so it was put aside… and I attempt again this morning to write and pour out my thoughts. Today is August 8th. As I opened the Word and thought of the day, the Spirit led me to Psalm 88…

O Lord, the God of my salvation,
I have cried out by day and in the night before You.
Let my prayer come before You;
Incline Your ear to my cry!
For my soul has had enough troubles…

My eye has wasted away because of affliction;
I have called upon You every day, O Lord;
I have spread out my hands to You…
Psalm 88:1-3, 9

 

August 8th… the eighth day of the eighth month… Psalm 88. The Word of God has never failed to meet me where I am. My God, He is faithful… even when it hurts… He is good. Even when you feel alone… you are not… but I love the fact that our God is not afraid of our feelings, even when those feelings lead us to question Him.

There are things that I find very important in life… and there are things that I have come to realize more and more that simply don’t matter.

In my dream last night… the person shouting at me as I tried to catch up to those I love without leaving behind the ones I love… that person, they were trying to tell me I was forgetting stuff… literal stuff. They were shouting at me and trying to pile cheap worthless things in my already full arms. No matter how many times I politely said no thank you… they pursued in their pressuring me to not forget this stuff.

How long will you love what is worthless and aim at deception?

Psalm 4:2

Beloved, are your arms full of the things that matter… or are they so full of worthless things that you have no hands to grab on to those behind you and reach forward for those ahead of you? Are you able to run the race or are you entangled and weighed down with stuff?

Therefore, since we have so great a cloud of witnesses surrounding us, let us also lay aside every encumbrance and the sin which so easily entangles us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, fixing our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of faith, who for the joy set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. For consider Him who has endured such hostility by sinners against Himself, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart.

Hebrews 12:1-3

 

 

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