I’m tired of living in fear, doubt, and confusion. It is a terrible neighborhood!

I’m moving out; putting in a change of address. Some of – most of – my old stuff I’m leaving behind.

I won’t be packing up worry, fear, confusion, frustration, impatience, strife, and doubt. They will be going in the trash.

When I’m tempted to wear one of those discarded garments, they won’t be there. Those things don’t look good on me anyway. They never did.

Kingdom kids don’t dress like that.

What shall I do with my collection of rationalizations? They are carefully crafted, stored, and categorized. I have every color, pattern, and texture you can imagine. Something to fit every occasion. They are even better than the truth! You will oo and ah over each and every selection offered.

While I’m at it, I should throw out that box of old offenses.  Funny how they seem to accumulate.

The new place will not have closets – dark places to hide things. I’m only taking along the things I need daily. I will hang strength on a hook in plain sight and put it on every morning. There will be open shelves for the helmet of salvation, the sword of the Spirit, the shoes of preparation of the gospel of peace, the breast plate of righteousness, and the girdle of truth.

There are so many unopened gifts currently stashed away. The new place will have plenty of room for them.

I must not forget the most important gift of all – love.  That box will be prominently marked “OPEN FIRST.”

Oh, how I long to learn Your ways, Lord. YOUR ways! I want to grow tall and strong. And develop strong roots. Then, I shall NOT be moved.

(December 1993)