When Frantic Takes Over Faith…

“This is what the LORD says: “Stand at the crossroads and look; ask for the ancient paths, ask where the good way is, and walk in it, and you will find rest for your souls. But you said, ‘We will not walk in it.’”— Jeremiah 6:16 NIV

“Thunk!”

My head snapped around to see my three-year-old picking up and throwing large, golf ball sized grey stones…

“Stop baby!” I cried.

He continued to throw them as though I had said nothing…

I ran toward him desperately trying to stop another rock from hitting some unsuspecting object like a car or a brother.

As I took hold of his wrist my boy flailed about with frantic eyes desperate to pick up just one more rock to throw, despite my firm hand grasping him and my words directing him to cease-fire.

I crouched down to his level and spoke calmly and firmly…

“Look at mummy’s eyes, baby look at mummy’s eyes and listen to my words… You need to stop what you are doing or some one is going to get hurt.”

It was then that I saw my own reflection…

Wasn’t I too flailing about inside my heart and mind? Wasn’t I frantically picking up stones, searching them over for an answer and casting them aside? Wasn’t I going to get hurt or hurt someone else in this frantic state? Didn’t I too need someone to take hold of my hand and call me to be still and listen?

I saw one little moment, from the day that was, had triggered my heart and mind into some kind of unhelpful turmoil… Frantic had overtaken faith…

“What if things don’t go the way I sense you leading me Jesus?”

“What will happen to my family?”

“What if I’m totally missing the boat and going to be left stranded on the island where dreams don’t come true?”

Silly I know, but real concerns in that moment, real concerns that caused me to sprint back to the crossroad I had been standing at a couple of months ago, when I first took faith steps into this season of transition.

I found myself part way down a path and I had, in my heart and mind, ran all the way back, even though I knew Jesus had already been leading me along this path…

The trigger was fear…

I had had let go of wild faith…

I felt vulnerable and wide open and scared…

I ran back to the cross roads in my heart and mind…

I can’t do this Jesus… help me, please help me!”

As my boy stopped and listened, he let the last grey rock roll gently from his hand and nestled himself into my arms and breathed deep…

There were some rocks I needed to let go of too…

That evening when all the children were fast asleep and I knew I could have a long hot bath in peace, I took the time to try and be still.

I grounded myself in reality…

The steamy hot water wrapping itself around my skin…

The smell of lavender bath salts calming my frantic…

The sound of silence bar the rain on the roof giving my soul space to breathe…

As I closed my eyes and breathed deep I began to let go of the rocks…

“Fear for faith please Jesus…”

A picture of the word grace written in a gold satin ribbon appeared in my mind and the proceeded to wrap itself around me.

And in the still small silence my heart was reminded that I was wrapped in His grace for whatever lay ahead of me on this ancient path… I just needed to be still and listen and take heed in faith…

The Israelites had not listened nor asked for the ancient paths when they stood at the crossroads, the path they took only led them into captivity.

When we stop, REALLY stop our lives at the crossroads and ask for the ancient path, we REALLY need to take time to LISTEN and TAKE HEED.

Sometimes listening comes in a gentle nudging of the heart, where time spent in the silence allows God to reveal to us the inner movements of His hand at work, where He can breathe on the dwindling faith flames and help our trust to run wild and free with Him again…

Jesus is with us whatever path we take, He will never leave us nor forsake us. Nothing can separate us from His great, wide, vast and wild love for us. But when we ASK, LISTEN and TAKE HEED the path we walk frees our hearts and minds to walk freely and lightly with Jesus in our every day. And what is that path? It is simply to learn to follow Jesus, to live and breathe and move the way He did with the Father…

So the next time that frantic takes over faith in you, be still and listen… He will guide your path…

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