Have you ever taken a day and never gotten out of the pajamas? Preferably it’s a day spent napping, or drinking a favorite beverage, reading a treasured book, but always with all electronics turned off, and the weather raging outside so as not to feel too guilty at not getting dressed? Well, I took a mental pajama break this week which may continue on for a space of time. I’ve not read any blogs nor watched any televised news nor read anything political, when possible. Just like the Prophet Elijah hiding in a cave, I ran away seeking refuge from the “storms” raging outside. I had to hide in the quiet, deep calm of God’s Holy Word. It has been most refreshing. I’m so very grateful that others can see the spiritual troubles our world is in. The LORD has mercifully whispered, even though you are special to ME there are others like yourself, you are not alone. And HE says that to you too. Sometimes one can feel set upon, castoff, abandoned, without hope. Such unfounded feelings, really. When we know Christ as our personal LORD and Saviour, we are never alone. All prayers are answered for His children according to His will. “HE defends the cause of the fatherless …” [Deut. 10:18] Thank you LORD for showing me that I am not invisible in my pain.
There may not be a post nor comment from me as often as before for awhile. I hope a simple “like” at a page may suffice. I’m not trying to be neglectful or flippant. There really needs to be a break in the electronic distractions. (Emails or texts are very welcome though, please don’t hesitate to write.) For a season I wish to continue to hide in that comforting “mental cave”, studying God’s Word and working on spiritual growth. The true root of this roller coaster ride of emotions comes from the burden of sin. Memories of abuse are such heavy memories to bare and I am a mere mortal. I do fight the feeling of despair tooth and nail (thankfully, the bouts are far and few between). But sometimes the memories rear their devilish head and that leaves me tired and parched, so, I must smite it with a time of refreshing at the well of the LORD’s Word. It’s my own sack of rocks in the shape of an uncaring, brutal, violent father’s voice. I wish I was alone in this pain and it grieves me that there are others who suffer too. Sadly, it’s from living in a fallen world from which there is no escape (yet) in which we must all endure our own sack of rocks. Amen to that, ‘eh?
May the LORD bless and keep you.