I have just had a grim week, just kind of stressful and sad, mostly watching other people crash and burn. There have been some senseless deaths, some stupid politics, and just some overall blech.
Whenever that happens I have to shift my focus, get back to Philipeans 4:8, “whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is of good repute, if there is any excellence and if anything worthy of praise, dwell on these things.”
Gratitude is huge too. Often when I get run down it is because I am focusing on all the things that did not go the way I wanted, rather then all the things that did. The weather here has been just beautiful, astounding really, and I am exceedingly grateful to have blue skies over my grey funk.
A woman I am fond of, a woman we prayed for as a church, walked into work last night, standing upright, looking younger and healthier than ever. She put a smile on my face, that’s the Lord for you, not only does He heal, He’ll make you look good, too! She’s a fairly young gal, survived cancer, but went on to have some serious strokes, and the prognosis just wasn’t good. And yet there she was, upright, walking, looking younger than ever! Love that. So grateful for a church that prays, for a Lord who heals.
I’m grateful too, for Pastor Anthony so far away, for his church with the little red door. I so covet that little red door. I’ve always wanted a church with a little red door, a focal point, a well marked entrance. So it is I have often found myself focused on that little red door when life has just gotten too grey this week.
I appreciate Anthony too, because he has also been having a really tough week, and yet he is still pastoring up a storm, ministering with his whole life. He’s preaching today and he said he has no idea what he’s even preaching, but whatever it is, the devil isn’t going to like it.
Bahahaha! I just loved that, that is a perfect recipe for a good life. “I really haven’t got a clue what I’ll be doing tomorrow, but whatever it is, I promise the devil isn’t going to like it.”
I’m telling you, sometimes the only thing that gets me out of bed in the morning is coffee and pure spite, the sheer joy of imagining the enemy just deflating like an old stale balloon when he sees me not only out of bed, but standing upright and looking good.
Whatever I do today, however I do it, I promise the devil isn’t going to like it one bit.