Jesus, show us the way because we can’t see. We look through a glass dimly. Jesus, You are the way. Help us walk so close to You that we smell like You, that we look like You, that we become like You. Teach us Your ways so that our own ways die. Teach us Your Truth, so that it overpowers the tricky schemes of spite and bitterness. Your ways are above our ways, so we lay ours down. We say, “We don’t know what we’re doing. Help us.”
Marriages are being pushed to the limits and loneliness is a daily experience for many. The risk of getting ill from coronavirus for many has become a secondary fear to the pressure of the pot. But, here is the thing. Instapots make the best stews. There is something about the pressure environment that the Father uses to bring to the surface things that were hidden.
“I never set out to rebel, I am not a rebellious person, I just followed culture and was living in ignorance. Not only does this line of thinking lead down a path to anxiety, stress, and more rebellion, but I got hit in the face with this question, “Who is the point, what is the point here?” In the entire response that I just wrote out the point was me. I was fixing, and deciding, and controlling, and doing…every part of it was self- focused for the sake of outer appearances.”