Static. It's a bothersome noise when you're trying to listen to a favorite song, sports event or something else you enjoy. I enjoy watching TV shows on Netflix. But sometimes there's static.
The static is from my speakers. A kitty must have chewed on one of the wires. I can't find it but the proof is in the reduced sound quality.
I have static in my life, too. I have this little bit of something that prevents me from doing 100% of what God is asking me to do. I do 90% and then I stop.
My connection to God isn't as clear. I feel 90% connected instead of 100% connected. Where's the other 10%? I don't know.
It could be stuck in a past situation. Maybe I need to talk to someone and clear the air.
It could be lost in a present day task. Maybe I'm moving around too much.
I could be forgotten in a future dream. Maybe my mind is planning ahead.
In either case, I'm not giving God 100% of my attention. I'm letting static into our relationship. And when I do that, how can I expect to have equality in my quiet times or being in creation or having a conversation with a stranger who needs to know God loves them?
I can't.
I've got to tackle the static and let that disturbance flow through me and out of me. It has no place in my heart. It can be destructive, just like a lightening strike. Take cover - here comes the unknown.
People matter to God (Rev. Bill Hybels)
I matter to God.
All of us matter to God.
Get rid of the static so that God can speak clearly to us and we can hear Him clearly.
"In this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while you may have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials. These have come so that your faith, of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire, may be proved genuine and may result in praise, glory and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed." (1 Pet 1:6-7 NIV)
About This Blog
My blog shares my recovery journey from childhood abuse to living with mental illness. I've been involved in twelve step groups and therapy since 1982. I accepted Jesus as my Savior in 1988. To the best of my ability, I have followed where He wants me to go and what He wants me to do. Maybe you'll find the hope and strength you need through what I write. Maybe you want to stop hurting yourself. Maybe you have a friend who needs help and can benefit from my story. I was newly disabled when I asked God this question: "What do you want me to do with my life?" I closed my eyes and paused for a few moments to still my mind. This is what I sensed from Him: "Amy, I want you to write your story to bring hope and healing to those who are still suffering." And that's exactly what I am doing!