The joy of my salvation is buried somewhere under a pile of dirty clothes and tax forms.
At this point in my life I am overwhelmed with just about every new thing that comes onto my plate. The new job is overwhelming, the new commute is overwhelming, the bills are overwhelming, the finances are overwhelming, the social life.. the family.. the sleep habits.. the daily physical hygiene.. yeah. Some nights taking my makeup off is just too big of a task.
But I’m dealing with it and struggling on in the hopes that if I’m consistent and wise that everything will slowly work out. There are responsibilities and opportunities and other big words that nobody is going to shoulder but me and so I do it.
But I want the joy of my salvation back.
I’ve had the opportunity to join with a business that deals in community building, leadership development and investing in your own mind and team, they have so many materials that I’ve already found amazingly helpful in my finances and relationships, and all of this great information is swimming around in my head trying to burst out and improve my life.. but I need my heart to be at peace before my Maker before any of that great information is going to really benefit me.
Easter is coming and that makes my heart swell with excitement. Easter is like a magnet that pulls me back into alignment and right understanding of what my salvation actually means and what it cost, and even though the thought of giving up anything for Lent would have been the straw that broke the camel’s back, I have found that basking in the thought that Easter is coming soothes my soul.
Jesus paid the price to free me from slavery to sin. I can come to God and lean against him when my burdens are heavier than I can bear. He invites me to cast off my cares before him. He gives me blessings that I don’t deserve. He refreshes me with an encouraging word coming over the car stereo. He loves me. He loves me. He loves me.
And that is enough, isn’t it?