Last night I kept falling asleep while I was talking to God. Fighting it horribly. Sleep, not God! Telling myself it was a sin to fall asleep in the middle of prayer. Asking myself how I feel when my husband falls asleep in the middle of a conversation.
And then something came to me.
If I fall asleep talking to God, and I reach for my Bible as soon as I wake up to read His Word, then that makes Him the first and last thing on my mind each day.
If I fall asleep while talking to God, there isn’t time for the worry, the doubt, the endless to-do list for tomorrow to creep in and rob me of the peace He gives me. I can sleep in His peace.
Do we treasure our time with God?
I’ve been seeing that word a lot lately. It keeps coming up in conversations I’m having. It isn’t a word I use frequently in life. So, yes, I’ve noticed the abundance of treasure in conversation.
I’ve also notice another theme in conversation. Clutter. Junk. Abundance. Overflow.
Those of you know me IRL, know those words describe me. I am Queen of the Clutter. In most areas of life.
And yesterday as I talked about my attachment to my “stuff”, I got to wondering about my treasure. What do I treasure?
Do not lay up for yourselves treasures here on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal; but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For wherever your treasure is, there your heart will be also. Matthew 6:19-21 NKJV
Treasure is something of great value. It’s typically considered irreplaceable.
All of my “stuff” can be destroyed.
All. Of. It.
And whatever I consider treasure, well, that’s where my heart is. Is my heart in my stuff or in my God?
But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added unto you. Matthew 6:33 NKJV
Seek. Yes, there’s my word for the year.
What am I seeking?
Twelve days since the epiphany: You haven’t been on sabbatical, you’ve been hiding in a cave.
I won’t lie. I wanted to deny. No, God. Sabbatical. Rest. Restoration. Revival. I’m taking time to learn instead of lead.
His response was clear. You’re sulking. Not on sabbatical. There’s a difference.
My stuff, at the time, was mental clutter that had convinced me that seeking rest was more important than seeking God. Somehow in following His instructions, He did tell me well over a year ago to go on sabbatical, I chose to treasure the rest instead of the One giving me rest.
A sulking sabbatical.
Although it hurt, it was just the kick in the pants I needed.
A good man out of the good treasure of his heart brings forth good; and an evil man out of the evil treasure of his heart brings forth evil. For out of the abundance of the heart his mouth speaks. Luke 6:45
I’ve looked back over things I’ve said in the past few months and well, the abundance of my heart wasn’t very good. I wasn’t seeking the right thing. Rest was simply bringing more sulking and less Savior.
Somehow rest became synonymous for less Bible study and less spiritual conversation and less transparent conversations with God. Rest became hiding in a cave instead of running to a Father who wants me to seek Him with my whole heart.
Are you searching for something? Placing your trust in things that can be destroyed? Hiding in a cave?
Let me encourage you to search the scriptures, cry out God, or if you need a human to help ask a friend, pastor, family member, or even message me and find true treasure in God.
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