Have you ever made a decision and then panicked? If I’ve really made a decision about something can there be second guessing, wondering, or concerns about whether the decision was a good one? I mean – a decision is a decision, right? All the second guessing and ruminating is supposed to be done before the decision is made, isn’t it?
I recently made a decision. It was something I thought about and prayed about and thought about and prayed about it some more – then – I made my decision – or so I had thought.
What happened between Saturday and Sunday that left me feeling sick inside, really sick, so sick that I almost hurled at church? My “decision” left me feeling infirmed, immobilized, inadequate, and insecure. I did make a decision.
There is an enemy that prowls about this earth seeking out that which he can devour. Sometimes, he bites off a little more than he can chew so he adjusts his plan accordingly – smaller bites and chew longer. That’s what he’s been doing to me – rephrase – that’s what I have been letting him do to me for the last 24 hours or so.
I could say to myself, “OY! Have you not dealt with this issue before – already!?” But I don’t need to because he keeps whispering it in my ear, over and over and over again, regurgitating the same garbage that would make anyone want to vomit.
It’s okay for him to try and wheel me to that place again and it’s okay that I go along for the ride now and then. But each time the process begins it’s a shorter time trip to the recovery room. With Christ as my Rock and Foundation, I go from “infirmity” to “in-firmity.”
“For freedom Christ has set us free; stand firm therefore, and do not submit again to a yoke of slavery,” Gal. 5:1.
