James 3;17 9 (NLV)
“But the wisdom that comes from heaven is first of all pure. Then it gives peace. It is gentle and willing to obey. It is full of loving-kindness and of doing good. It has no doubts and does not pretend to be something it is not.”
I was pondering this lately. How many times do we say, I’m just trying to survive. Right? Like, honestly, when I had 4 little people all around the same age, my survival was drive-thru McDonalds and Starucks. I at least could buckle them in and they would be in one place. They can eat their fries and momma gets to drink her coffee. Not gonna lie, sometimes I really wished there was a wine drive thru, haha. In times like that, survival is all you can do. Shoot, many many times, survival is all we’ve got. BUT, as things change and things around us change and we realize, just maybe, we need to look at things right in the eye balls. This survival mode doesn’t really work anymore.
Aside from the fact that my kids needed to realize that there was other food besides fries, I needed to step a little more deeper into life head on. I realized I was building habits that weren’t helping me move forward. Now, to be completely honest, I still haven’t broken the Starbucks habit and quite honestly, it may be worse BUT in my defense, I don’t go as often AND they know my name which we’ve talked about how much I love that soooooo. Moving on. What I’m trying to say is this. We can get stuck and justify why choices or habits need to stay. Shoot, they could be destroying us inside but we think in order to function each day, they need to stay around. For a long time I had a perfectly sharp knife in my closet hidden. Really? Really? I’m saying this to myself. Yes, really. It was survival mode, it was a choice/habit/security I just didn’t want to let go off. That bad boy has now left the building. Why? Because I’m on a journey to move forward. To make positive changes. Holding onto things or choices that I learned to survive at the time aren’t helping me now.
Jesus not being tangible has always been something I’ve struggled with in my journey. I’ve never questions my faith or belief but shoot, can’t he just come quick and give me a hug? Does He see me and my survival trying to happen? He does, and when you step back and see how far you’ve come, you know He’s real. When you look into your sweet child’s face, or the unreal sunrise, or the laughter you have with a friend, well crap, there He is. THAT is where I want to strive to sit when it comes to my survival mode. I don’t need a lot of french fries (well…..haha) or a knife, I just need belief, truth, and good ole fashion Jesus.
“You are not here to just survive, you are meant to thrive!”
Wounded to Warrior 