Dear Busy

Dear Busy,

We need to talk.  I can see that you need some attention.  But you are begging the wrong person for it.  Maybe you were hoping it wasn’t true, but we broke up.  We’re through.  Over.  Done with.

Yes, I think about you now and then.  But I only need small doses of you before I remember why we never worked out.  I can assure you, no matter how hard you push, I’m never coming back.

What is it that is provoking you?

Is it how much time I’m spending with Him?  Prayer time, Bible time, worship time, family time, service time.  Are you feeling left out?  Does it frustrate you that Jesus is with me 24/7 and you can’t seem to wedge your way in?

Are you furious that every time I walk into His house, the door is slammed in your face?  You’re not allowed near His altar.  You can’t even get close to His sanctuary.  

Maybe you saw me calmly walking on sunset beaches and through quiet neighborhoods, and you figured that was the best time to pounce.  You assumed solitude and silence meant I was letting my guard down.  No.  That was me talking with Him about how to put on His armor to defeat you.

Then you saw me serving others, volunteering for projects, and traveling to events.  You thought that meant I forgot how to say no and I would easily give in to more.  No.  That was me learning to serve Him instead of you.

Here’s the thing.  I know our past relationship leads you to believe you can just walk back into my life.  But I’ve changed.  Being close to Him allows me to clearly see what you’re up to.  

I see the temper tantrum you’re throwing, and it’s not pretty.  You should be ashamed.

Shattered phone screen.  Keys locked in the trunk.  Dead car battery.  Empty tank of gas.  Schedule changes.  Broken credit card machines.  Extra homework.  Sports conflicts.  Paperwork.  Traffic.  Extra projects at the office.  Sickness.  Taxes, taxes, and more taxes.   

Keep throwing it at me if you must.  I’ll admit you were able to knock me down a couple of times.  But don’t forget Who you’re dealing with.  It’s not me.  It’s the One who is there to pick me up.  You may push through me, but if you do, you’ll be facing Him.  I serve the King of kings and Lord of lords.  Creator of heaven and earth.  The Almighty.  The Great I Am.  

So go on with your nonsense.  Because your shenanigans don’t make me want to leave Him.  They make me draw closer to Him.  You’re not scaring me, you’re fascinating me with the way you keep trying to win a fight you’ve already lost.  My eyes are wide open now.  There’s no more sneaking up on me, I can see you coming.  I’m ready for you because He’s ready for you.

Forever in His service,
Missy

Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance.  Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.
                                                             ~James 1:2-4


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