Each day I should rejoice with the knowledge that He goes before me, is with me and guards me from behind. Here, especially in the middle is where He grows my faith to appreciate the highs and endure the lows.
Yes, these “middle” days are filled with lots of loads of what “must be done.” However, if I fight this mental battle by capturing the thoughts that are contrary and sinful, and if I choose to rejoice always – the battle will be won and I will come to appreciate and even love the things that must be done.
How am I sure of this victory? Christ’s death and resurrection assures the ultimate victory over my sinful ways. As He works in me and I work in Him, God gives me the switch and the ability to flip it. What I have to do becomes what I get to do.
I can appreciate the laundry because He has opened my eyes to realize that each sock represents an incredible blessing – a person who enriches my life, whom I love and who may not always be there. I can pray protection over the foot it will cover – that those little feet may be careful where they go. That chore loses it’s power to sway my attitude and to shrink my vision of God.
Gratitude replaces discontentment. Comparison gives way to appreciation. Fears subside into growing faith.
When I rejoice in the Lord always, especially here in the middle, my focus stays fixed on God. He dictates my perspective and leaves me longing to stay in His presence.
And as David did say in the Psalms that is a pretty good place to be:
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