I wish there were a “pause” or a “mute” button embedded in
Mrs. Blab caught me at the grocery store. She started
telling me about her no good son. I imagined myself sliding back my sweater
sleeve and pushing the mute button.
When I got home, the grocery bag ripped and a can fell on my
foot causing some choice words to escape my mouth. I wish I could have again pushed
my sleeve back and hit pause before it hit my foot so I could plan out a better,
more appropriate response.
Buttons like this would be handy because I don’t wait well. I
didn’t want to have to wait while listening to Mrs. Blab’s frustrations, or
have to wait before reacting to my foot pain.
Catherine Marshall said, “Waiting works. It is a joining of a
man and God to achieve an end.”
I actually DO have a button for these situations. It’s a
“wait button” that is connected to God, which is wired to patience, and embedded
in my heart.
Lamentations 3:25- The LORD is good to those who wait for
Now if I could only learn to use it.
often can’t sleep at night.
used to be a frustration for me until a RLC friend lent me a book about being a
watchman of the Lord.
“Son of man, I have made you a watchman for
the people of Israel; so hear the word I speak and give them warning from me.”
appoints watchmen (and women) who will stay awake and who will keep their eyes
fixed on the horizon scanning it for dangers approaching the camp.
invite all of you who have those nights of sleeplessness to turn the annoyance
of it around and to start praying with me. Let’s be watchful. Let’s pray for
our church and our pastors. Let’s pray for our enemies, for our children, and for
ourselves. Let’s pray, using this quiet time while the world slumbers, to draw
near to God. Even in the wee hours, God is there waiting for us. When we see
evil approaching, let’s sound the alarm! Let’s look at our sleepless nights as
a time to take our turn interceding on behalf of the body of Christ!
you watch with me and pray?
My muscles are tired and stiff.
My hair! It’s standing straight up from the shock of the restless
night. My face has new lines and folds from being pressed into the pillowcase.
I look as good as I feel.
I have no idea what today will bring which makes me fearful.
What tragedy or unforeseen calamity is crouching at my door
waiting to devour my children or me?
I feel exposed and vulnerable in the mornings.
My soul feels the crush of life’s responsibilities, Lord, because
during the night my hope changed hands. I switched from trusting You with my
life to putting my trust in myself.
Forgive me, Father. Mornings are always where I have to
shake my befuddled self and remember that rolling the earth on its axis is not
my job. I am not the manager of the cosmos.
“Find rest O my soul, in God alone; my hope comes from Him.
He alone is my rock and my salvation; He is my fortress, I will not be shaken.”
Let’s start this morning over again.
A friend gave me a book called “11,002 Things to Be
Miserable About”. It consists of page
after page of things that are humorous and not so humorous such as:
Bats that get stuck in your hair
Running out of oxygen at the top of Mt Everest
Some of the things listed are laugh out loud topics and some
things give me pause, but it’s the things not mentioned that truly make me feel
The lost perishing without making Jesus the Lord of their
The gospel being against to law in certain countries,
Prayer being banned in public schools,
Not being allowed to display a nativity scene in a public
To someone else, is my list as trivial as the one that lists
“split ends”, “bridezillas”, and “road rage”?
We all have our own personal lists of upsetting things. The
crucial question is, what to do about it? Maybe I can’t do much about my own
list but one thing I can do is put it to prayer because if there IS something I
can and should do, God will reveal it. Then
the next question is- will I obey?