You know, I’ve noticed a pattern in my life. The periods when I’m daily seeking a relationship with God and His will, I have a clearer understanding of what’s going on around me. I don’t fully grasp the “why” of every situation, but it’s like I have this inner peace and assurance that everything is going to be alright. And when I’m not walking with Him, everything is questionable and uncomfortable.
It’s kind of like when you’re little and you lose your mom in a store. You feel lost and afraid. So you panic. Heat rushes through your body and you want to cry. But when you finally spot her, you feel like you can breathe again. Nothing else compares to her presence. You’re instantly filled with thankfulness and comfort.
That’s how I feel when I lose sight of God. The world distracts me for a little while, makes me think I’ve got it together and can do it on my own, but when I realize I’ve wandered off, that lost, anxious feeling takes over. I don’t always spot Him right away though – sometimes I run to the wrong things first. You know, like tugging the arm of a woman that looks like your mom from behind, but when she turns around it’s not her? You thought you were about to be happy and relieved, but you were deceived because you weren’t focused.
Satan uses our weaknesses to deceive. He wants us to be lost and unhappy. And if our eyes aren’t on God constantly, daily, hourly, every minute, asking for His guidance, one wrong turn will get us off track and lead us to a dead end.
It took a kick in the butt to get me to realize it, but God hasn’t been riding shotgun in my life lately. I hate to admit it, but it’s the truth. I steadily veered from His guidance to the point where I was getting lost and didn’t even realize it until He allowed me to be shut down. Tires blew, battery choked, engine went up in flames. And at first I was mad. But then when I realized I was alone in the driver’s seat, I just wanted to find Him again.
Let me tell you, it’s the best feeling in the world when you do. That ultimate sigh of relief, followed by nothing but thankfulness. I’ve found what matters most again. I’m going to try and hold His hand pretty tightly this time.