Too Blessed To Be Stressed?
Too blessed to be stressed? Hello… If truth be told, even this jovial, hyper-happy spirit would say, “In your dreams maybe!” Oh, I am by far one blessed woman lavishly surrounded by my great riches; those rare and beautiful gems I call my friends. Friendships always seem to sparkle and bring life and clarity back to those dull and dreary seasons that need brightening. Wouldn’t you agree?
Truth be told, though, when your world is spinning out of control and you’re drowning underneath the compounding weight of wickedness and disease, sometimes the force of that power challenges the stability of the connecting links.
How do we stay connected to our powerful source of clarity when we’re suffocating underneath the life of relentless trials and tragedies? How can we remember that life sometimes clouds and pollutes our very own lenses from the fog that breathing hard develops and living in the wrong neighborhood portrays?
Proverbs 17:22 tells us, “A cheerful heart is great medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.” If we can be brave enough to apply this to our lives and walk it out, we will remember not to isolate and that changing the atmosphere is the best medicine possible. We don’t always have to be happy, that’s not what blessed means. Blessed means being brave and courageous enough to be present and not withdraw and to love on others when we’re so needy ourselves.
I’m so glad I am doing exactly that because I’m one needy beloved right now. God has told me to dance while He works out all these painful situations that are lurking in every corner for my protection. I courageously accepted that challenge and took God up on His Word and will continue to dance no matter what I look like and have fun while I’m still breathing!
If only we could remember to not go at it alone and isolate while the heaviness of life is crushing in on our palpitating hearts. That’s when the Lord is knocking on the chambers of our hearts trying to get us to open the door so He can sprinkle His Love through sweet friends that will forever hold us up like Aaron and Hur did for Moses when he was too exhausted and in too much pain to keep his arms up and remain steady and strong (Exodus 17:12).
This help wasn’t just for the benefit of Moses’ leadership, it was to help and protect the Israelites by coming together as a team to defeat the evil army of the Amalekites. This is the domino effect of being loved on and shouldering some support; communities being blessed. That’s cheerful medicine!
This is also where we get the freedom to warm up our bodies to dance; you know, when you get to vomit, purge and open the tear ducts raging out of Hoover Dam where your two left feet turn into pure grace. But just a gentle reminder, whatever you do, don’t take yourself too seriously immediately afterwards because if you’re anything like me, when Hoover Dam rages, the eyes and face would scare just about anything!
I was asked why I attended my church with all the amazing churches abound. I had one simple reason, really. It is called our women’s group. No, it’s not where you get a bunch of judgmental women together with their Bibles opened sitting in cliques of eight to a table. Our group sits in one large (huge!) circle and shares real life battle scars that God has redeemed. Along with our study book, this supports and encourages each other to hang onto the Lord while we share our very own personal stories of victory.
This is where we talk about real life situations such as abuse, addiction, rape, molestation, divorce, marital affairs, not feeling loved or belonging. We don’t sit around feeling sorry for one another, we gather around each woman celebrating God’s redemption and healing strength while encouraging others going through similar trials to continue walking bravely as we pour love into their souls.
This crown we wear and the royal blood that runs through our veins cost way more than any affliction we’ve ever walked through, but when we can be vulnerable, raw and honest with one another sharing our battle scars and life experiences, God’s grace receives glory because being the hands and feet of Jesus creates unity and belonging that pours wellness and health back into our communities. This also helps us to be healed of what has held us captive in our imprisonment of shame.
Our congregations were never meant to be places where the weak come and get catered to and coddled while staying in their afflictions. They were designed to experience the power and healing that comes from a relationship with our good, good Father in heaven who offers His unconditional love. His Love brings healing and a sense of belonging with the strength to walk through battles victoriously while sharing our unique stories. This is how we walk through life too blessed to get stressed and receive that sense of belonging and purpose we all crave. That’s what is called the Body of Christ; being the hands and feet of God!
Sometimes life throws at us seasons of suffering, but when we surround ourselves with others who love us just the way we are, battle scars and all, and will bleed right alongside of us until they’ve completed sewing the stitches that God uses their tender and loving hands to mend; there’s something unique and valuable about being loved just the way we are!
Until next time…