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I grew up in a rural area where our nearest neighbors were half a mile away, through the woods, down a hill, and across the road. The next nearest neighbors were on the other side of a vast corn field. As a child I’d happily wander out into the forest to climb trees or watch birds or explore or daydream. I never worried about stranger danger as there simply weren’t any.

But as happens with all innocents in this world, life experiences have a way of wiping away that blissful naïveté. I was a quick study and gained a watchful wariness early on.

By the time I moved to a big city for college, I considered myself fairly capable of staying safe in a crowded, unpredictable urban setting. I was aware that there were mean people, selfish people, distracted people, and even predators lurking in unexpected places.

Later, when I moved to an even larger city, I developed an even deeper level of streets smarts.” I didn’t trust anyone. I kept to myself. I limited my interactions so severely that I became lonely. I may have overcorrected.

As I have grown, learned and adapted, I have come to realize that similar threats exist for me in the spiritual world.

“Be alert and of sober mind. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour.” (1 Peter‬ ‭5‬:‭8,‬ ‭NIV‬‬)

It is crucial for me to pay attention to this realm of danger even more so than the tangible threats I work hard to avoid.

If I go about my day without taking the time to analyze what I am reading, listening to, or watching, and how those things influence what I think and feel, it is worse than blindly walking into traffic. If I don’t choose carefully who I take advice from, I might as well hang out in a dark alley waving a fist full of cash around. If I don’t spend time reading God’s word and reminding myself who He is, I would be like someone ignoring the warning signs around a toxic waste dump and waltzing right in.

Life in this broken world, both physical and spiritual, is rife with danger, pitfalls, traps, and predators. But even so, there is no need to be afraid. God promises to be with me. He is stronger than any threat I could encounter.

“Submit yourselves, then, to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you. Come near to God and he will come near to you.” (James‬ ‭4‬:‭7‬-‭8a,‬ ‭NIV)‬‬

All I have to do is resist. Such a little word. I don’t have to take up karate or prepare for a protracted battle or isolate myself or cower in a corner. Simply resist. The devil will move on to easier prey.

Dear God, thank you for the reminder to always be alert in my spiritual life. Show me what I have allowed in that is hindering my faith instead of helping me grow. Teach me how to resist. I know I am weak but you are strong. I can resist. You will do the rest.

Most likely, you’ve heard the story of the boy who cried wolf. It is Aesop’s fable about the dangers of manipulation and deception. In the story, a bored shepherd boy amuses himself by calling for help from villagers against a non-existent wolf. In the end, a real wolf does attack, but the villagers ignore the boy’s earnest cries assuming he is lying again.

Unfortunately, many don’t heed Aesop’s warning. It can be tempting to claim disaster and hardship where there is none to gain attention, compassion, and even a financial windfall. For example, some high-profile GoFundMe cases have included fabricated sob stories of needy individuals. (Although GoFundMe works very hard to weed out such scams.) In other cases, fraudsters create fake websites for real charities to divert donations, or simply invent charities altogether to solicit funds from caring and generous people.

While disaster fraud is common, there is another kind of fraud that’s even more common today. This is the widespread phenomenon of a curated online presence. In many recent polls, a vast majority of people using social media admitted to filtering and fabricating their content to showcase a polished, envy-inducing reality. They stage photos, filter selfies, steal images from others, or simply make up stories about their beautiful, adventurous lives.

It certainly looks good on the outside, but this kind of bifurcated and dissonant existence leads to low self-esteem, depression, loneliness, and exhaustion. It puts an enormous strain on relationships as dishonesty prevents intimacy.

This is not what God wants for you.

“The Lord is near to all who call on him, to all who call on him in truth.” (Psalms‬ ‭145‬:‭18,‬ ‭NIV‬‬)

God wants your truth. He doesn’t want formality. He doesn’t want the pretty lies. He knows your flaws and your struggles already. There is no need to hide or put on a brave face. You don’t need to dress up or stand, sit, or kneel in any particular way.

The Creator of the universe also created you. For Him to show up, all He requires from you is to be real. He wants a real relationship with you. So, open your heart to this loving Being and talk the way you talk. Show him your mess. Ask for His help. Show Him what you are excited about, thankful for, worried about, or afraid of. Just be the real you that He loves so much.

Dear God, thank you for your beautiful presence and love. I am so relieved that I can just come to you the way I am and be who I am. I am so grateful for your forgiveness, patience, and compassion. Teach me how to be authentic in all my relationships and love others the way you love me.

What is the best news you’ve ever heard? Maybe the birth of your healthy child. Or the recovery of a gravely ill loved one. ‬‬Maybe some success in your job, passing a test, getting a promotion, receiving a certification. When these things happen to us, we rush to share this good news with people who know us. Even some who don’t.

When I had an office job, I always loved hearing the news that there were donuts in the break room. This isn’t anyone’s best news ever, but on a dreary Monday filled with meetings, I loved this little ray of sunshine. Especially because I have a big sweet tooth.

I would hurry over in case there was a limited supply. Until I sussed out the situation, I wouldn’t share the news with anyone. If there were plenty, I’d share the news of the donuts with everyone I encountered, eager to be the bearer of good news.

There were plenty of times I missed out because no one had shared the good news with me until it was too late.

“Consequently, faith comes from hearing the message, and the message is heard through the word about Christ.” (Romans‬ ‭10‬:‭17,‬ ‭NIV)

The real best news ever is that God loves me. He loves you, He loves me, He loves all my coworkers, He loves the guy who stocks the vending machines. He loves. And He loves big. His love is never in short supply. There is plenty for everyone.

So there is no reason to hoard the news. No reason to keep it to myself. I can be the bearer of the best news ever if I tell the people I encounter how much God loves them.

In fact, that’s exactly what God asks me to do in response to His love for me. I can get my delicious donut, or two or three, and then run out to tell everyone else about the mountain of infinite donuts available for free in the break room.

Dear God, thank you so much for the people who told me about your beautiful, abundant, and free love for me. Teach me how to spread that Good News. It’s not just for me to accept and hold in my heart. You intend for me to share it. In this way it grows and grows and fills the world!

I think I’ve mentioned before that I’m an introvert. Being around people wears me out. I enjoy it, but it is draining so I tend to avoid parties and gatherings of all sorts.

But I know being around people is healthy for me, mentally, emotionally, physically. So when I’m invited to a party I try not to say no immediately, which is my reflex.

Instead I go, chat with people, eat food, mingle… and leave as soon as it seems reasonable to do so. I find myself wanting to arrive late and leave early. Often, as soon as I arrive, I am planning my exit strategy.

So, I can be a disappointing guest. This is not a very good way to attend parties. I think people can sense that I am only half there when I have this attitude.

Recently however, I took it upon myself to organize a birthday party/lunch for a friend. She is usually the one to arrange such things, so I decided it was time for me to return the favor, as this is obviously something she values.

For two weeks as I made the arrangements I was kicking myself for agreeing to do this. It was hard work and stressful, managing the guest list, the venue, the food, etc. But the hardest part was knowing that, for this party, I would have to arrive early and leave late, the opposite of my norm. I wouldn’t be able to drop by, say hello, and sneak away. I’d be there from start to finish, making sure things went smoothly and that everyone had a good time.

This isn’t the first time I have hosted a party, but it was the first time I organized this kind of event. And I learned something. Because I went all-in for this gathering, I came out of it with a lot more. My friendships were deepened in a way I hadn’t experienced from a party before. I was able to show my friends, especially the birthday girl, how much they mean to me. I wasn’t thinking about when I could leave. Instead I was thinking about whether they were having a good time. I had a different expectation and a different experience because I had fully invested myself.

“You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.” (Jeremiah‬ ‭29‬:‭13‬, ‭NIV)‬‬

I think my time with God can be a lot like this. When I enter a time of prayer or Bible study, I’m often distracted. I’m thinking about all the things I have to do next. Or I’m sleepy. Or I just feel like doing something else. In those times, God knows I’m not all-in. He can see I’m only half-there so He doesn’t need to show up.

But when I commit myself to Him, He promises to commit Himself to me. When I show up in a real way, the very real God shows up for me. Only when I focus on God and put all my distractions aside will I find what it means to have a personal relationship with the Creator of the universe. And it will be worth every second.

Dear God, here I am seeking you with my whole heart. Help me put aside all the distractions vying for my attention in this moment. (So many!) Show me how to worship you, praise you, and open my heart to you, fully vulnerable, fully ready. I trust you to come and reveal yourself to me when I do.

I often have trouble sleeping. I fall asleep quickly but wake up over and over during the night, each time struggling to return to sleep. In the past, the thoughts that would keep me up were about tasks I had yet to accomplish. I would lie awake with a lengthening to-do list swirling in my head.

One day I read that it can be helpful to leave a small notebook by the bed so when those to-dos come to mind, they can be noted and forgotten until morning. I tried that, and it actually worked. Once the fear of forgetting to do something evaporated, so did my sleeplessness.

But my brain soon found a new way to disrupt my sleep. Instead of dwelling on things I needed to do, I started just to think of stuff I could worry about, things I had little-to-no control over.

I would fret about things I had said and wished I hadn’t. Or things I wished I’d said instead. I worried about various outcomes of upcoming events. I’d make up the worst possible results and worry about that new future.

In the dark watches of the night, I am very adept at discovering new ways to worry.

But a good friend reminded me to reach out to God in those times. God tells His people, many, many times, to lay our burdens at His feet and trust Him (1 Peter 5:7, Psalm 68:19, Matthew 6:34, Proverbs 3:5, and more).

So I started using God the way I used my little bedside notebook. When worries plague my sleep, I practice turning to God in prayer. I tell Him what I am worried about. I thank Him for His promise to care for me and be with me no matter what. And I tell Him I trust Him enough to go back to sleep now. And I quite often do.

God wants His children to have peace, joy, and a refreshing night’s sleep. He created sleep and intended His people to rest from all their labor regularly.

“There remains, then, a Sabbath-rest for the people of God.” (Hebrews‬ ‭4‬:‭9,‬ ‭NIV‬‬)

When I trust God, His love, and His perfect plan, I can rest. I can do all He gives me to do and not worry about anything while I’m resting. Many things are beyond my control, but nothing is beyond God’s power. I don’t know what the future will hold, but I know my loving God will be there just as He is today. So I can rest now, and look forward to a more perfect rest to come.

Dear God, thank you so much for modeling rest for us in the creation story. You showed us, and you tell us over and over how important rest is. You even put rest in the first of your commands to us. Please forgive my busy, worrying mind. Teach me to trust you at all times. Show me how to accomplish the important things you plan for me today and to leave the rest in your loving and capable hands.

Last weekend I was entertaining some friends. I had gotten tickets for us to take a tram ride, a kind of gondola, to the top of a nearby mountain to do some hiking. The tickets were timed so we were supposed to arrive in time to board the 2pm tram. There were a lot of moving parts logistically with feeding my guests, packing the right items for the hike, and parking which gets tricky this time of year when the tram is crowded.

I thought we had left in plenty of time to arrive for our tram’s departure, but GPS told me the drive would take longer than expected. I wondered what would happen if we missed our tram. I started to worry, imagining various unpleasant scenarios.

But then I began to pray. At first it seemed like a ridiculous thing to be praying for. No one’s life was on the line. The consequences of missing the tram would not dramatically change anyone’s life. Only the course of our day. And maybe my wallet would suffer some. But still I worried.

At this point God reminded me that worrying is not only unhelpful, it is a sin. It is a sin I struggle with every day. Worry comes from pride. Mistakenly, I think everything is up to me, and if I don’t do something, things will collapse.

God said, “Don’t worry.”

I said, “…but what if we miss the tram?”

God said, “Do you believe that I care about this?”

I said, “Yes.”

He said, “Do you further believe that I will be with you whether you miss the tram or not?”

I said, “Yes. Thank you.”

He said, “Finally, stop worrying about things you can’t control and focus on loving your guests. Show them who I am by showing them your peace in all situations, the peace you have because of me.”

For the first time ever, I really understood how to stop worrying. Of course, I still worry, but I know now how to stop.

“Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you.”
‭‭(1 Peter‬ ‭5‬:‭7,‬ ‭NIV)‬‬

This particular story ends with a minor miracle. (Or just a miracle. Is a miracle ever minor?) We arrived, parked easily, sauntered up to the tram station, and were told our tram was boarding now. We walked right on with no waiting (but no time to spare), and the tram took off. No one was stressed, including me, which was a miracle right there given the tight timeframe. I didn’t once look at my watch. And we all had a fantastic time enjoying God’s creation of mountaintop nature.

Things don’t always work out this perfectly, but I think God arranged this scenario so that I would remember it and write about it. Do you need to stop worrying about something today? Trust God with the stuff you can’t control, and focus on how to love people instead.

Dear God, thank you so much for reminding me not to worry. Keep reminding me because worrying is such a habit for me. Teach me how to break that habit, to trust in you and to trust your plans for me. Thank you for loving me, caring about my fears and anxieties, and letting me cast them onto you, someone who actually can control things that are out of my control. Remind me to focus instead on the important things like loving people no matter the situation.

Why did God create people that need to sleep? He doesn’t sleep, and He doesn’t need to. We are made in His image, but this requirement of ours very unlike God.

When people go without sleep, things go downhill with shocking speed. After just 24 hours, physical, cognitive, and emotional impairments mimic that of someone with blood alcohol concentration of 0.10% which is higher than the US limit for driving. In another 12 hours, the effects intensify dramatically. Inflammatory markers rise, hormones are thrown out of balance, metabolism slows, and mood swings emerge. At 48 hours, blackouts occur as the brain forces protective shutdowns. Not much research exists beyond this due to ethical constraints, but the results are dire with long term effects of cardiovascular disease, cognitive impairment, immune suppression, mental disorders and metabolic disregulation.

Sleep is important for us humans.

Fortunately, sleep does feel good. When I get a good night’s sleep, waking up in the morning is a delight. Mornings feel fresh. I have energy to tackle problems that seemed insurmountable the night before. Wounds, both physical and emotional, heal overnight too. Or they can start to if treated properly.

Stopping to rest, just stopping everything, for several hours allows my brain to digest everything it swallowed up during the day. And with that time, maybe I can find room for reasonable responses. I remember my values and priorities which may have been lost during the busyness of the day.

“Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love, for I have put my trust in you. Show me the way I should go, for to you I entrust my life.” (Psalms‬ ‭143‬:‭8,‬ ‭NIV‬‬)

Perhaps God created sleep because He knew we would get confused, compound our many mistakes, and forget the important things if we just kept spinning. He created sleep as a small metaphor for His offer of redemption and new life. He created sleep so we could rest, heal, and return to Him for a reminder of His vast love and perfect plan.

Dear God, I am amazed and in awe that you do not sleep. You are always aware, always here, always the same. You don’t get tired or lose interest. You did “rest” after creating everything, but I don’t think you really needed to. You were just done with the work. On the other hand, I definitely need sleep. Thank you for the gift of sleep. And thank you for reminding me of your power, your presence, your love, and your plans for me, each morning. Teach me to start my day strong by starting with you.

I recently toured the Sunnylands estate, near Palm Springs, California. Sunnylands is the former winter home of wealthy business owner and philanthropist Walter Annenberg. The 220-acre property includes a 9-hole golf course and the Annenbergs’ 25,000 square foot house where they entertained friends, family, celebrities, royalty, presidents and foreign dignitaries.

No one lives in the home now, and although it is kept watered and beautifully groomed, no one uses the golf course either. The estate is a museum and memorial of the Annenbergs’ former way of life. It felt like a shrine to the wealth and power of an era.

Annenberg amassed so much wealth during his life that he was consistently ranked among the top richest individuals in the United States. He gave billions away to education and art institutions, and yet his personal net worth was listed as $4 billion by Forbes when he died in 2002.

But during the tour, I learned that his only son Roger died by suicide. For some reason this shocked me. With all that wealth at his disposal, his life was not all sunshine and roses. Seemingly unlimited wealth, fame, and power could not ward off mental illness and tragedy.

King Solomon was probably the richest man of his time. He could have anything and everything he wanted. But through the book of Ecclesiastes, which he likely wrote, we see that he was ultimately unsatisfied with all this world has to offer. He said everything he saw and experienced was “meaningless.”

Except for one thing.

“Now all has been heard; here is the conclusion of the matter: Fear God and keep his commandments, for this is the duty of all mankind.” (Ecclesiastes‬ ‭12‬:‭13,‬ ‭NIV‬‬)

At the end of his very full and widely experienced life, Solomon concluded that only his relationship with God had any value, purpose, or meaning.

Sure, wealth can provide temporary pleasures and remove many annoyances, but is that enough? The answer is always no. We humans are always wanting more. That is our original sin, and we keep giving in to it. In the Garden, Adam and Eve had almost all of Paradise at their disposal, but they wanted more. They wanted the one thing they were not supposed to have.

This is still the devil’s trap for us today. He whispers that we could have more. More. More. But it’s a trap and a lie.

God is all we need. Only He can truly satisfy my soul. God’s love, peace, joy, and direction is the greatest most valuable gift. If I’m striving harder for something that is not God, I’m wasting my time and energy.

Dear God, thank you for the precious gift of your love. Forgive me for falling for the shiny mirages of wealth, comfort, and luxury. You are all I need and more precious than anything I can ever acquire here. Teach me how to make you my number one priority today.

Discipline has at least two meanings. In one sense discipline is given to me by someone else when I have behaved in an undesirable way. This is typical of a caretaking relationship such as a parent and child, teacher and student, boss and employee, or even law enforcer and citizen. It can be a form of punishment or some kind of retraining activity, like getting a detention for talking in class at school or having to take a safe-driver course when being caught speeding.

In another sense, discipline is something I engage in voluntarily, like when I want to learn a new skill, start a new habit, change an old one, or improve at something I already participate in. For example, running regularly when training for a marathon requires discipline. This kind of discipline may also feel like a type of punishment!

In both cases, discipline comes because change is desired. And change is hard. By avoiding discipline I can avoid pain, but I won’t see any change either.

“No discipline seems enjoyable at the time, but painful. Later on, however, it yields the peaceful fruit of righteousness to those who have been trained by it.” (Hebrews‬ ‭12‬:‭11,‬ ‭CSB‬‬)

I don’t have anyone disciplining me anymore. As an independent adult, I can stay out as late as I want, eat whatever I feel like, and be lazy all day. But I’ve realized that way of life leads to its own kind of pain.

If I want energy to function, to enjoy things like playing tennis, and to have healthy and rewarding relationships and experiences, I must discipline myself. It’s hard to choose healthy food, dedicate myself to a regular sleep schedule, work a job, and exercise. But all those things make my life better.

The same is true with my relationship with God. I can ignore Him, put off reading His word, skip meeting with other believers, stop caring about people who need help. But spiritually, I will be stuck. I can’t grow that way. I’ll be missing out on the bounty of peace and joy God wants to give me.

The beautiful thing is that God promises to help me train. He is running right along beside me with encouragement. As long as I take those first few steps toward Him, He will show me the way and give me motivation, inspiration, and results.

Do you want change in your life? Well, you have to start with discipline. One step at a time.

Dear God, thank you for refusing to leave me as I am. I’m so grateful you want to push me to be stronger, to accomplish all that you have for me. Please forgive my stubbornness and teach me how to train to be your good and faithful servant. Thank you for the reminder of how much better my life will be when I do things your way.

I’m not a chef. It’s not really my skillset, nor my interest. But I do enjoy eating, as does my husband, so I cook meals.

Over the years, I have found the part I like the least about cooking is the gathering of ingredients. I don’t mind finding and selecting recipes. And I somewhat enjoy the preparation and actual cooking (sometimes). But analyzing the ingredient list, figuring out what I lack, and slogging over to the grocery store to find and buy stuff is dreadful to me.

Because of this, for many years, we have subscribed to a service that ships the ingredients for a selected number of meals right to my door each week. I choose the meals that appeal to me, and a box arrives with everything I need, in pre-measured amounts. I get all the fun parts of cooking with none of the dread.

“And God is able to make every grace overflow to you, so that in every way, always having everything you need, you may excel in every good work.” (2 Corinthians‬ ‭9‬:‭8,‬ ‭CSB‬‬)

God promises this kind of service in my spiritual life. When I agree to follow His instructions, He promises to provide everything I need to get it done. What a beautiful promise!

Like my meal service, everything God provides is intended for my use in His recipes for loving people. It arrives right when I need it, in exactly the right amount with nothing going to waste. Do I need time? I will have it. Energy? You bet. Money? For sure, it will be there. The right words? That too. It doesn’t arrive early. And it doesn’t arrive late. Always just on time, ready to cook.

But make sure to read and follow the recipe. His word is designed specifically and carefully planned. It does no good for me to use His provisions for other things or to let them sit and spoil. He doesn’t provide blessings just so I can have a comfortable life. He provides them so I can do the work to share them, blessing others.

Dear God, thank you so much for the countless ways you have blessed me. Thank you for the reminder that these blessings are to share. Thank you also for the ways you have met my needs when I have felt empty and incapable. You have proven yourself more than trustworthy in giving me what I need exactly when I need it.