As yet another year hits the books,
I think it’s time for a revolution. You read that right, a revolution. Resolutions are great and all, but I’m talking big change here—for real this time.
I have always fancied the idea of setting New Years resolutions for myself but have never managed to truly commit to one. I don’t need to lose weight, for I can hardly escape being called a “twig” on a daily basis, and let’s be real, who has time to workout these days? I’m not looking to start a new career—I am only a college student who still doesn’t know what they want to do with their life. I don’t need more sleep, can’t afford to travel, the list goes on. What do I choose?
Only one thing comes to mind, and I discovered it just a few days ago —
What does that even mean? Breathing is an involuntary action of the lungs. Shouldn’t that be a no brainer? That’s what I thought…
Don’t get me wrong, I’m always eager to soak up the lively world around me, but its OK to stop and breathe every so often. I must pause and appreciate what I have around me and how wonderful life is at the present moment, instead of constantly worrying about what’s to come. I need to cherish the moments that truly wow. I’ve been feeling quite anxious lately, because I have lost sight of where I’m going and what I’m supposed to be doing. I’ve overcommitted myself—4 jobs, 2 choirs, 18 credit hours, teaching Sunday school, a committed relationship, family time, and what I call a “social life” squeezed amidst the mess.
God doesn’t give us more than we can handle, but I’ve definitely reached my limit.
I’ve developed a habit of consuming myself with the next activity, meeting, performance, rehearsal, and class, letting each stressor overwhelm me more than the last.
Can’t the world just do without me for a week? I wish I could be dropped off on an island—alone—a glass of ice cold sweet tea in hand, where I could sit, relax, and let the warm, blue water and white sand whistle through my toes…but that’s only a dream. Reality tells me I’m on my way back to school in 2 weeks, ready to start it all again.
Let’s see what God has to say about this.
The book of Luke talks about ravens.
22 Then, turning to his disciples, Jesus said, “That is why I tell you not to worry about everyday life—whether you have enough food to eat or enough clothes to wear. 23 For life is more than food, and your body more than clothing. 24 Look at the ravens. They don’t plant or harvest or store food in barns, for God feeds them. And you are far more valuable to him than any birds! 25 Can all your worries add a single moment to your life? 26 And if worry can’t accomplish a little thing like that, what’s the use of worrying over bigger things? — Luke 12 : 22-26, NLT
And again in Matthew.
25 “That is why I tell you not to worry about everyday life—whether you have enough food and drink, or enough clothes to wear. Isn’t life more than food, and your body more than clothing? 26 Look at the birds. They don’t plant or harvest or store food in barns, for your heavenly Father feeds them. And aren’t you far more valuable to him than they are? 27 Can all your worries add a single moment to your life? — Matthew 6 : 25-27, NLT
Philippians talks about worry.
6 Don’t worry about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank him for all he has done. 7 Then you will experience God’s peace, which exceeds anything we can understand. His peace will guard your hearts and minds as you live in Christ Jesus. — Philippians 4 : 6-7, NLT
And again in 1 Peter.
6 So humble yourselves under the mighty power of God, and at the right time he will lift you up in honor. 7 Give all your worries and cares to God, for He cares about you. — 1 Peter 5 : 6-7, NLT
It makes sense, really.
Why should we worry when our God is SO big? He can fit the universe, the entire universe, in one hand. If so, aren’t the toils and trials of our lives just minuscule bumps in the road? Tragedy, worry, sickness, death, my next commitment—all just specks on God’s hand.
He knows where I am going, and what I’m supposed to be doing. That is the only thing that brings me solace when I find myself overwhelmed with what life hurls at me. I am not in control. I am a mere speck. God will sustain me, my worry and anxiety will not. God is great. God is HUGE.
So, let us not find, but make the time to stop and breathe more. We must escape our worry to find our place—our purpose—on this Earth. We are not alone. I am reminded of this each time I glance at my little hand-held screen.
Here’s to our revolutions. May you find peace and light through Christ in 2016. Take a deep breath—it’s powerful, I promise. We’re only in this life for a moment.
All the best,