It's an anxious season in my life right now, mostly due to the busy things that simply must be done for work. As I find myself caught up in the maelstrom of stressors, it is easy for me to be sucked down into despair and hopelessness.
Today I took a personal day, and part of the day I intended for decompressing from these stressors. However, due to a series of miscommunications and unfortunate events, we ended up late for an appointment and plagued with responsibilities from Hubbs' work and our company first thing in the morning. By the time 9:00 am rolled around, I was more wound up than ever, the complete opposite condition to the one I had intended.
So I prayed. This, in a nutshell, was my prayer:
Please overwhelm me with Your peace.
Fill me with it.
Soak me with it.
Completely immerse me in it and drench me entirely with it.
I need the peace that only You can provide.
After I prayed in a desperate bid to unwind, I found myself leaking stress like a defective balloon. It just began to leave me inexplicably (well, it's explicable, but by explicable I mean it was God, done supernaturally, which isn't explicable). Now, to be honest, I am not one whose first reaction is to pray; I wish I was that inclined to rely on God, but my busted human nature is prone to self-reliance and independence, and I often choose to wallow in my stress rather than trust my Savior. This was a last-ditch effort to undo a crappy morning, and yet my Father, who is faithful and beyond gracious to a sinner like me, chose to answer my prayer and bless me with the peace that transcends all human understanding.
How blessed am I! And so, what started as a stressful day has now become the Sabbath that I was seeking to have, all thanks due to the Lord. Praise Him.
Moral of the story? Don't be dumb. Pray first.