Tuesday, July 7, 2015

I had a false Idol.


I've been sitting in my chair, drinking my coffee, praying about what God wanted me to write. Nothing was clear, so I decided I would take the day off. I opened my bible reading and picked up where I had left off in Jeremiah.

Jeremiah. Man, God is so angry. These people and their false idols-worshiping them and taking matters into their own hands. Doing what they want to do and not surrendering and following God. Worse, making their own Gods. Idiots. 

I've had false idols in my life, but as soon as I recognize them as Idols or distractions I re-evaluate, re-adjust, re-prioritize, or remove.

-Celebrity Gossip- You can get addicted to this junk. You can make them your idols. Solution: No more cable and no more gossip magazines. Ha, take that!

-Children. Get rid of... Take that kids, feed yourself! In the past, I have made my children my idols. I have put them above my God and my husband. This is a constant battle, I keep re-prioritizing and re-adjusting, mainly because those kids of mine are so needy.

-Scale- I don't care anymore. Life is too short to worry about a number. I just keep remembering that God gave us our bodies and they house the holy spirit. We should care for that but we should not let it consume us.

-Material Possessions- This is a big one. In the world of pinterest, instagram and blogs, moms everywhere are posting their best. For a brief time I thought I needed to dress a certain way, own the brands and they began to consume my thoughts. At the end of the day It doesn't matter. I do like nice things and I like to look nice but I will not let it consume me.  I buy most things second hand. I'm not going to break the break and make these things a priority. I had to give up the blogs that say, "buy this, wear this." shut-up! My possessions will not own or define me.

I've had others. But I didn't realize I had one currently until this morning.

I've put a lot of faith in our modern medicine recently. I've put a lot of trust in our Doctors. I know that God has created these brilliant people and I know that He created the brilliant people who have made these machines and He created the brilliant people who have created our medicine. He has even created the brilliant team that will discover a cure for this terrible disease.

No matter how brilliant these people are they are no match to our powerful and mighty God. He is in total control. My trust is not in the Doctors, it is in Him. My faith is not in the machines, the medicine and the cure, It is in Him. They can not do anything without Him. They will not become my idol. I will not worship their skill and plan. I will not praise them.

I will give thanks to the Lord for Doctors that He has given us. I will praise the ability that He gave them. I will worship our Gods ability to make this go away. His will, His way.


Praise you in the Storm
Casting Crowns

I was sure by now God you would have reached down
And wiped our tears away,
Stepped in and saved the day.
But once again, I say amen
That it's still raining
As the thunder rolls
I barely hear your whisper through the rain
I'm with you
And as your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise
The God who gives and takes away


And I'll praise you in this storm
And I will lift my hands
That you are who you are
No matter where I am
And every tear I've cried
You hold in your hand
You never left my side
And though my heart is torn
I will praise you in this storm


I remember when I stumbled in the wind
You heard my cry you raised me up again
My strength is almost gone how can I carry on
If I can't find you
And as the thunder rolls
I barely hear you whisper through the rain
I'm with you
And as your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise
The God who gives and takes away

And I'll praise you in this storm

And I will lift my hands
That you are who you are
No matter where I am
And every tear I've cried
You hold in your hand
You never left my side
And though my heart is torn
I will praise you in this storm

I lift my eyes unto the hills
Where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord
The maker of heaven and earth

I lift my eyes unto the hills
Where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord
The maker of heaven and earth

And I'll praise you in this storm
And I will lift my hands
That you are who you are
No matter where I am
And every tear I've cried
You hold in your hand
You never left my side
And though my heart is torn
I will praise you in this storm


And though my heart is torn
I will praise you in this storm


I will praise you, praise you
I will praise you in this storm
I will praise you in this storm
I will praise you in this storm



I lift up my eyes to the mountains—

    where does my help come from?
 
My help comes from the Lord,
    the Maker of heaven and earth.

He will not let your foot slip—

    he who watches over you will not slumber;
 
indeed, he who watches over Israel
    will neither slumber nor sleep.

The Lord watches over you—

    the Lord is your shade at your right hand;
 
the sun will not harm you by day,
    nor the moon by night.

The Lord will keep you from all harm

    he will watch over your life;


the Lord will watch over your coming and going
    both now and forevermore.

-Psalm 121

God is bigger than this and Jesus Can fix-it. 

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