Wednesday, July 1, 2015
(6:43 a.m.)
Blessed God,
I love You. It's me I'm
having trouble with. I keep “flying off the handle”.
Thank You that I have such
easy access to even finding out what that phrase references. “To
lose one's temper.” Oh, but this just got even better!
The origin is American and
it “alludes to the uncontrolled way a loose axe-head flies off from
its handle”. Meaning? “Lose self control.”
Isn't self-control a fruit
of the Spirit (Galatians 5:23)? Yes. It's one of the first Bible
phrases [The Living Bible]
I was able to learn, some 30 years ago.
“But when the Holy Spirit
controls our lives He will produce this kind of fruit in us: love,
joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness
and self-control; and here there is no conflict with Jewish laws.”
It absolutely seems that
recently circumstances have been controlling my life. Things
seemingly go “my” way and all is well. Let something unplanned
come along and Bam! There goes the axe head.
Father God, thank You for
redirecting my thoughts this morning. Coming to You is SUCH a good
idea. Thank You for affording me this opportunity.
I am asking (Matthew 7:7)
You to keep an especially close watch on me today. I get to sit here
reading much about satan being a defeated enemy. Teach me to use the
powerful weapons You have provided for use in our encounters with
him.
Again I say, I love You.
Thank You for including me as one of Your own. Reading further in
Your Word, New Century Version
says, “We know that those who are God's children do not continue to
sin. The Son of God keeps them safe and the evil one cannot touch
them” (1 John 5:18). Make that so in my life.
I
truly feel tossed around by discord and dissonance these days. Take
back the control I continue attempting to wrestle from Your hands. I
want very much to allow the Holy Spirit to control my actions and
reactions. Empower, embolden, enable me to bring You praises. Let my
words, responses, behaviors be music to Your ears.
I
love You Father. Grow me in Your Way this day. Thank You. I love You.
Amen.
(375
words ~ 8:17 a.m.)
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