In my Bible reading yesterday, I came across the famous story of Mary and Martha - the one where Martha was running around like a chicken with her head cut off trying to serve Jesus, and Mary was just sitting there listening to him and learning from him. Books, Bible studies and sermons galore have been written about this, and those of us who have been in the church since birth can quote the story almost verbatim beginning in kindergarten. But yesterday, I read the verse in a whole new light. After 33 years of hearing this story over and over again, God showed me something new about it. His Word is cool like that.
One thing that I deal with in my life - I have never been "formally" diagnosed, but I'm pretty positive - is anxiety and panic attacks...which, if the go unchecked, have a nasty tendency to lead to depression. We're talking full-blown, shortness of breath, huge adrenaline rush...the whole shebang.
This past week, I have been completely panicked over something that is probably not a huge deal at all...however, the person I need to speak to about it has been out of town, unreachable. So - take a person who tends to overly psychoanalyze situations, who is prone to panic attacks and anxiety, and who has a touch of PTSD - let her sit and stew with no resolution in sight, and you have a certifiable mess on your hands.
My poor husband.
Yesterday, I sat down to read my Bible and really talk to God - to my dismay, one of the few times I've done that lately. Don't get me wrong - like a dutiful Type A Christian girl, I have done my required 30 minutes of Bible reading, checked it off my list, and gone on with my day. But yesterday I spent an hour, just reading the Bible and talking to God - and hearing from him.
I decided to try an experiment and shut out the noise from my home. Patrick was sleeping for a good portion of the day, and I turned the t.v. to the "Soundscapes" music channel [for those of you reading who don't have cable, there are certain channels that play nothing but music 24/7. There's a channel for every possible musical taste out there. The "Soundscapes" channel is just calming, instrumental music - it's officially classified "New Age," but I have found in evangelical circles, it's best not to use that terminology, lest someone freak out. Please do not be alarmed - it is just pretty music. No conjuring of demons going on here ;o).].
I started out with the intention of just playing the music while I read my Bible, but when I started to flip channels, the negative thoughts came back like a flood. I turned it back, and realized that the "standard the Lord raised against it" was one of peace. I lit candles around the apartment - breathed in the strange but lovely mixture of scents in my home from pomegranate to cinnamon spice to pine, and felt the calming presence of God in the room.
That was what I needed. Just the peace that Christ spoke of - that the world cannot give, and that the world cannot take away. Even my spastic dog who barks at leaves that float past our window was fast asleep, peacefully cocking her ear toward the music coming from the television.
Last night I led Saturday night prayer and I spoke on just shutting out the noise and letting God speak to you - on making sure that we, as Mary, choose "the very best thing," the one thing that, as Jesus told Martha, can never be taken away - a relationship with Jesus. I was reminded this weekend why I do what I do, and that I can have that peace with me all the time - not just for an afternoon. I prayed for myself and for all present [It's August and about 2/3 of the church - my pastor included - are on vacation, so "all" consisted of about 6-7 of us!] that God would empty out all the junk and fill us with all of him. I felt him telling me that if we just fill ourselves with God, he will miraculously make sure all the other stuff gets taken care of.
Services today were fantastic. Mostly because I just let God direct it. Of course I had a plan - an object lesson/teaching prepared - but I really just let him work through me instead of trying to force it.
Stress is ugly. Stress does nasty things to my mind and to my body. It is much better to just walk in the peace and presence of God. I for sure want my home to be a place where peace - not stress - rules. And I believe that I can be a walking example in my job and in everything I touch of someone who, as Scripture says, "lets the peace of Christ rule in my heart." I can get my job done without being spastic and frenetic. I can do it better that way.
Today, once again, the candles are burning [although I should probably blow them out soon!], the pretty music is playing, and I am choosing to let the peace of Christ force out anxiety...depression...PTSD...and everything else that I have allowed to rule in my heart that is not of God.
I hereby banish it from my heart and mind, and I choose - just like I must choose love, joy, patience, and self-control - I choose to walk in the peace that He brings to me.