"Why does every good idea I have get me into trouble?"
You see, I have had my share of 'Good ideas' this past year. And can you guess where they have all gotten me?
With all the things that have been happening I have been treading water just to keep from drowning. I have tried to meet every need and manage every problem we have been facing. I have stayed up late and gotten up early, I have been irritated that the only jobs in the paper are one's suited for me, not my husband; the one who is out of work. I have driven to apply for those jobs in an attempt to answer the financial questions, 'where will the money for (fill in the blank) come from?', and I have cried all the way there, knowing it was wrong. I have cried out to God for mercy...'I can't DO anymore...I am TIRED!'...and then I have tried to do more anyway.
But, then I paused long enough to hear those four little letters, and they got through.
Retrace your steps-you were on to something there, what did you just say?
Oh, that's right... you can't do it anymore".
I have been trying to fight this fight on my own strength. I have been saying yes to things God has never called me to do because I don't trust Him to be and do what His word promises He will. I been living in a state of exhaustion instead of entering into His rest.
Despite the fact that it has been screaming at me, I have been forgetting the one fatal flaw in all my 'good ideas':
I am finite.
I have definite and definable limits.
I am limited in nature and existence.
What this means is that I can try all I want, but MY plans will never work.
As horribly depressing as that thought should be, I find it so liberating.
It is liberating because it points me back towards God, who is infinite.
Or in other words:
1 : extending indefinitely : endless
2 : immeasurably or inconceivably great or extensive : inexhaustible
3 : subject to no limitation or external determination.
Did you get the inexhaustible part? Don't say I didn't point it out to you.
He is SO not me.
We have access to a God who is incapable of being used up; He is incapable of being wearied or worn out.
It's the best idea yet...
Think it would fit on a T-shirt?