6 feet under blessings

Today my pen felt too heavy and my journal page felt too blank and the day stretched before me with weight it didn't deserve. I was sitting with my Bible and journal on my lap - my eyes glued open but my mind in spreadsheets and deadlines and packing in weekend plans. None of it bad. All of it good.

And this is how the enemy attacks - crawling up and under and through and on top of everything that is good.

The blessings have buried me six feet under and I feel stuck. And I'm mad at feeling stuck because every good thing comes from above and what the Lord gives is anything but stuck. His blessings are freedom. His blessings are joy.

His blessings release the weight and unite us with a lighter load.

So, feeling buried under blessings makes me angry at my affections. I must be dealing unwisely with what I've been given... and I hate being unwise. Proverbs is making me want wisdom as a constant companion. The more I linger on the Word, the more I understand Jeremiah's encouragement to take and eat the Word. This is every bit where joy and delight dance in my heart.

Your words were found, and I ate them, and your words became to me a joy and the delight of my heart, for I am called by your name, O LORD, God of hosts. Jeremiah 15:16

How does one explain stress from too many blessings? I only know that my salvation depends not on what I'm buried under, but on the power of the One who rescues me out from under the weight. Yep, I know that like I know the droop of my eyes. It's what will keep my eyes open when the burden of blessing seems to much.

Because this is how the enemy attacks - crawling up and under and through and on top of everything that is good.

When thou sleepest, think that thou art resting on the battlefield; when thou walkest, suspect an ambush in every hedge. —C.H. Spurgeon