As I woke this morning to a house that was almost too quiet, I struggled to wipe the sleep from my eyes, poured myself a cup of rapidly cooling coffee and let the dog out. Praise was the furthest thing from my mind.
Psalm 150:6, "Let everything that has breath praise the LORD. Praise the LORD!"
I wasn't feeling too spiritual. It has been a rough few days. I was a bit taxed mentally from some job stuff and as I found my attention shifting, I noticed my personal time with God was waning as well.
Saturday was kind of a breaking point for me. I struggled through where I was at and ended up sitting on my couch in exhaustion both mentally and spiritually. Why was I doing all these mental gymnastics?
Oh yeah, I wasn't living out of my identity! I was back to trying to solve the worlds problems in my own strength.
Thankfully, God used these last few days to bring me back to reality.
In the stillness of the dawn, in the midst of a 9 hour power outage, God spoke to me in the darkness. It wasn't an audible voice. It was a gentle nudge. A nudge to His Word.
1 Thessalonians 5:18, "in everything give thanks; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you."
There is something about a house without power. There was no hum of background noise. I couldn't "distract" myself with TV or the net.
It was just me and God.
So I gave up.
I let go of my strength..
Now, as I sit here writing this, I feel like a boxer after 15 rounds. I am tired, exhausted....and free.
Thankfully God was here all along, waiting for me to rediscover who I was meant to be. A child in His arms!