My neck is killing me. (The lavender-laced, rice-filled warming thingy helps a bit. )
My massage therapist says my neck muscles are so strained from being in this position they have ridges in them.
Ridges? That cannot be good.
Protocol dictates I come see her once a week for the next six weeks. I’m grateful for insurance (exclamation point) and I will definitely look forward to the relaxation time, but what about the in-between times?
Without the soothing music and comfortable table and the healing touch of therapy?
I’m left wondering–why am I so stressed?
What is causing this perpetual stretching forward that ignites my muscles into overdrive?
I think it’s the fretting. The worry about things I cannot control.
This stresses me out and makes me fret. Causes me to wonder if I’ll ever change.
Is God really in charge? Really?
King David declares 3 times in the first 8 verses “do not fret”.
I looked up the definition of ‘fret’ in Merriam Webster’s online dictionary.
The words brought a discomfiting and illuminating discovery.
c) to affect something as if by gnawing or biting, to grate.”
Evil is ‘live’ spelled backwards.
Evil is me taking things into my own small, limited hands and thinking I have the power to do something about changing people.
And I want to live.
The only person or thing I have control over is me….and I can choose to yield that control to the all powerful God who is Sovereign and able to accomplish His purposes in this world in spite of me.
Even when it looks impossible.
I can choose to trust, delight, commit, dwell and rest. Choose to digest the truth instead. I can release my worrying, fretting, my anger to God’s capable hands for Him to do his will and his work.
Instead of letting worries and concerns eat me alive I can choose to feast on God’s living word, eat my daily bread, a portion that will feed me, nourish me and sustain me
Until that final feast when we eat at the banqueting table with Him, I will choose to trust, delight, commit, dwell and rest.
More wonderful words over there….