“He made the storm be still, and the waves of the sea were hushed.
Then they were glad that the waters were quiet,
He brought them to their desired haven.”
Psalms 107:29-30 ESV
My daddy used to say I would argue with a stump, I was as stubborn as they came. I wanted to have the last word.
Quiet child who watched and only spoke up when I saw something wrong or someone about to be wronged…maybe, me.
That quiet stubbornness got silenced and I lost my voice for a long time, lost my defense mechanism, my stubborn belief that it mattered, pointing out right over wrong.
Now that I’ve found it again, my challenge is to appropriately use it, pull it back, keep it reeled in, learn to control it.
Not allow it to control me.
Stubborn me doesn’t wait well, I want to jump up and tackle wrong to the ground, demand an answer for whatever anxiety it has caused.
Even if the anxiety is oh so small. At least I’m self aware.
I’m losing it slowly, the need to anticipate wrong, letting go the power of my manipulative mind set on preparation and safety of my mind and soul.
I ask why of others less often. I wait to be shown not told.
To be shown there was no threat after all, there was never a plot to harm you being calculated while you looked away.
It was just your imagination running away with you.
I’m an Enneagram 4 (Romantic) with a 5 (Observer) wing. I’m no expert on this popular assessment that so many are embracing.
I assure you though, the test got this right with me!
I write vivid stories. I romanticize right or wrong depending upon my careful and constant observation.
My personality traits can work for or against me.
Today, I’m leaning towards the “for”.
Because I almost picked it back up yesterday and then again this morning. I wanted to confront, stomp my feet and ask why someone responded to me in such a way I didn’t deserve.
They most likely have forgotten by now and there’s really no need to know.
It is over. Let it go.
I sat in the quiet with wisdom all around me, the Psalms of David, the integrity of Job, the quiet worship of Mary.
I told myself if there is asking of why,
The answer will come when it does or it may never come at all, just the need to know taken gently away, eased from the shelf I’ve set it down on waiting to be picked back up again.
I won’t miss it. God will replace it with new things.
Things like a settled mind, a sense of Him.
Ask God and wait for His peaceful reply.
It will not likely come until you’ve shut down the chatter in your analytically bitter and questioning mind.
The answer more sufficiently simple than all the “romantical” conjuring and contriving of explanations your mind could ever tell.
God will be thrilled by our return to Him, He waits for the forfeiting of our frustrated rationalizations for the freedom of His will and His way.
He welcomes our questions.
Settle your stubborn mind.
Find rest for your soul.
He is jealous for me. Love’s like a hurricane, I am a tree, bending beneath the weight of His wind and mercy. When all of a sudden I am unaware of this affliction eclipsed by glory…David Crowder, How He Loves
Oh, how he loves us!
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