50 first thoughts

So did you see the movie 50 First Dates? It's where the adorable Drew Barrymore looses her daily memory and heartwarming and hilarious Adam Sandler reminds her everyday, makes a video to get her up to speed on her life, and patiently waits till she understands daily. Through light teasing and large love, he loves her, "I love you more than anyone could possibly love another person." Daily she confesses, "nothing beats a first kiss . . ." In the movie, she wakes up daily not knowing what's going on, and is reminded by video and gentle people around her where she is, who she is, and what happened.

I am super quick to run to anxiety. My initial thought, when approached with many a situation, is worry. "Oh, no, what if?" is a frequent thought. I need a daily video, an army of loved ones, a team of angels to constantly remind me not to worry.
Don't forget, Jo, God is in control! Not only is He in control, but, before the foundations of the earth were set, you were tenderly placed in your family, as wife to your husband, and mother of your children, daughter to your parents and sister to your sisters. He not only knows the now and then and future, but knows them all at once. For He is the "I am."

So, I kind of want to wake up daily and see a little video saying, "Good Morning Jo." As I push the outdated technology into a VCR slot, a loving voice comes over, reminds me that there is abundant sovereign grace covering my every mistake, my every physical ailment, and my weakness. Actually, I don't think I can wait until every morning. I think I need to have this every moment. I need a reserve of Scripture. Written on my heart, a vault of encouragement to run to.

Lord, open my mind to understand your Scripture. To learn it and imprint it on my heart. To hold at the forefront of my mind so when trial and anxiety strike, I have armor already on, fitted to my size and occasion.

Everyone is doing their part. I have a hugely loving husband who wants exactly what's best for me, and nothing less. I have a family that is taking in 3/4 of our family and a network of prayer warriors who are constantly reminding me of their praying and caring. I really could not ask for more love from my loved ones. I can only ask for more faith, more wisdom, and more understanding. More peace and patience. Praise God along with me:

Philippians 4:
4Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! 5Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. 6Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. 7And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

8Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. 9Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me—put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you.

I guess I don't need a VHS player.

Comments

  1. Kerri January 6, 2011 at 9:31 AM

    What a beautiful post. And a grat reminder to me...I am a worrier. I thought I had gotten better, but lately, it has reared its ugly head. I LOVE that movie...and you're right...we ALL need a moment-by-moment reminder that we belong to the King!

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