It seems like I’ve been going through one trial after another lately without relief. As a matter of fact one of them is still front and center in my life, and it’s had a heck of a hold on me.
I’ve prayed for peace, I’ve asked others to pray for me as well, and it just seemed like every time I turned around I was getting knocked down again. Then just a little while ago, after praying for peace again, the phrase, “The peace of God” hit me; and it sent me to the scriptures. When I typed, the peace of God into Bible Gateway, the two scriptures below popped up and got me thinking.
Colossians 3:14-16 14 But above all these things put on love, which is the bond of perfection. 15 And let the peace of God rule in your hearts, to which also you were called in one body; and be thankful. 16 Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly in all wisdom, teaching and admonishing one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing with grace in your hearts to the Lord.
Philippians 4:6-8 6 Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God; 7 and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.
8 Finally, brethren, whatever things are true, whatever things are noble, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report, if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy—meditate on these things.
I haven’t been meditating on things that were pure, or lovely, or of good report or of virtue or things praiseworthy. I was thinking about my problems and feeling angry and a bit sorry for myself.
It reminds me of a story I heard a long time ago about four little boys sitting in the yard playing. The mother of one of the boys happened to look out the window, and to her horror, in between the four boys was a skunk. The mother instantly yells out the window, “It’s a skunk, run” Well, the boys all got up, one of them picking up the skunk, and they ran away.
Of course, the moral of that story is so applicable to my current story. Every time I’ve gone to God in prayer, instead of leaving my problem at His feet like He says, I’ve been picking up my skunk and running off wondering why my life feels like it’s stinking lately.
How about you? Do you bring your trials and tribulations to God in prayer only to pick them up and carry them off when you’re done?
Something to think about!