Overwhelmed…?

On 4th December, I watched a sermon. It entailed complicated and contradicting words. It both said one must avoid manipulation by a man of God and yet towards the end, the preacher emphasized submission to spiritual authority or a man of God.

In the same season, I was waiting on God to have my dreams brought forth, for I knew it was time. But at the same point, one seems to wonder why the water has broken and yet no midwife has showed up! It was so frustrating for me. God said in Ezekiel 12 that the vision would no longer delay but be fulfilled once He’s spoken it, and yet He ‘contradicts’ saying the vision is for an appointed time — in Haggai.

The heart is a fragile thing! It then breaks and weeps. The long awaited Isaac, is still going to be long waited for.

But I know better. You know better; than to take matters in your own hands to make an Ishmael.

Most cases, the things that overwhelm us are not this kind. It’d be work at your career; but once the cares of purpose and frustrated potential come in, we tend to crumble internally… But, but, but …

Psalms 61:2 says; From the end of the earth will I cry unto thee, when my heart is overwhelmed: lead me to the rock that is higher than I.

Notice as well the psalmist cry ‘lead me’. This indicates that it’s a choice to be led, or one could lead themselves somewhere else; perhaps to drinking, to eating, or finding a pleasure that can take one’s mind off things.

My reaction to my overwhelming has been thus; I walk to the rock that’s higher than I. I just trudge to that cool shade at my right hand, my shield and buckler, the one who died for me, and I just drop; to sit, or cry, or roll, or sleep — anything, as long as the cares have been cast at His feet.

And somehow … somehow I close my eyes to sleep through the storm, only to wake up in another world, in meadows green, next to still waters. I find that my soul is restored and refreshed, and that I am comforted.

Then, O then, I see this table. A table with a five course meal. To which I ascend and eat, watching God deal with my enemies — the anxiety and the Syrian armies. And by the time I’m done, the wine in my cup is brimming and spilling onto the table; yet no wine is being poured into the cup!

I’m then oiled on my head. Shepherds did this to the sheep to keep fleas away from entering their nostrils and from laying eggs in their fleece! The oil then breaks any yoke that tried to beset me and enslave me.

I then find I’m free and free indeed. Joy rises again! And as I skip away, goodness and mercy follow me about, and even catch up with me; the rest of my breathing days.

Are you overwhelmed…?

Be led to the rock, that’s higher than you!