James, a bond servant of God and of the Lord Jesus Christ
to the twelve tribes dispersed abroad, greetings.
Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters,
whenever you face trials of many kinds,
knowing that the testing of your faith produces perseverance.
Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature
and complete not laking anything. (James 1:1-4)
Out of nowhere this morning…
fear, dread, angst, worry, doubt, distrust…
not only interrupted my morning,
these came in to steal my life… my joy… my peace.
…and steal, they did…
for a few moments
Driving to the grocery store this morning,
this thought invaded those…
Do you believe I can move mountains?
Do you believe
In that moment,
peace and James words rushed like a torrent to my hot and dry soul,
raining down cool,
washing the fear and doubt away.
Consider it pure joy…
when you encounter various trials…
Not just joy.
Not… if an issue arises, but…
WHEN you encounter various trials.
All day today,
my soul has repeated these words…
Consider it pure joy,
my brothers and sisters,
when you encounter various trials,
knowing that the testing of your faith
And let perseverance finish its work
that you may be mature
and complete not lacking anything.
The enemy tried to steal my joy this morning.
Guess he doesn’t know that trusting in the One who moves mountains
produces pure joy.
When the stuff of life smothers and the enemy shoots the flaming arrows of doubt, worry, angst, fear, dread, and distrust, I turn to what I know… His Word and gratitude.
… for debt paid
… financially and the debt of my sin
… for enough
… and learning more and more of what constitutes “enough”
… for one last day of break for the mancub
… for a return to school for the girls
… for smiles and kisses as I drove him to work today
… the privilege of doing so
… for the prompts that I’m learning to hear and to heed
… for meeting new friends yesterday
… and lunch out with them
… and with long time friends
… for new recipes
… and the One who teaches me to cook with what I have
… and a meal cooked together with the mancub
… for the joy of colored pencils
… and blank coloring pages
… Ecclesiastes 4:11
… and warmth at night
… and the steady beat of his heart
… for trials that come
… and waves that wash over me
… for the recognition that I am reacting less and praying more
… and His love that endures forever