My feet are oily from walking in the buttered kitchen. What was supposed to be a time of togetherness ended in a scattered mess and I lost count of how many times I’ve mopped to try to get the grease off the floor.
It was just as he was to pour the melted butter mixture into the party mix that the train derailed again. Somewhere in the aftermath of strong emotions, I thought, “Is this flesh (these emotions)? What is spiritual supposed to be? I can’t seem to fit it in here.”
To maintain my sanity, I cannot use a superficial spirituality to bury my feelings – no white washed tomb here. But there is a power stronger than the power of the emotions and that is the power of the Holy Spirit. True spirituality is not weak or superficial. It is a process of being strengthened with power in the inmost parts so that it is Christ Himself who dwells there.
With every messy disaster, with every new question of how to handle this one, with every failure to be an example to my children there is a fresh reminder of my need for Him. My soul cries out, “who will rescue me?” and the powerful, loving answer is “thanks be to God through Jesus Christ our Lord.”
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