I am really not that hard to please, child. -God

– Let’s Talk -Cynthia Bezek

I was reading this post and these words……

These words touch me deep

How often do I take moments, just ordinary daily moments and churn them into nothing good because I choose to be hard to please?

And going deeper….

Isn’t being hard to please rooted in not trusting that the hand God has given is not the best hand to get? That laundry and dishes, and dinner too late in the evening, and piles left for me to pick up, are not things that please but things that I allow to harden my heart.

Trusting God is better than pleasing God ….

For pleasing God is grafted from that place that says I can work my way into His good pleasure. But trusting God always brings His pleasure on me because I am walking in faith of what He can do!

I find this connection to when I have disconnected from trusting my Lord that I find fear, worry, doubt, anger, dissatisfaction wake upon my heart like a tempest tossed sea coast.

And when I am full of anxiety, my body is worn and my heart is heavy…when terrorist strike and explosions dislodge the soul from its source. When life out there in the world seems so out of whack, that the inner here in my home and here in my heart going on high alert to right the wrongs. A need for order and rightness bares down in upper management decrees and need for control. Clean this, do that, do this, pick up your room, take out the garbage….and when that still doesn’t fill the need…this God who loves opens a moment of joy to walk into…

In the middle of my mind fighting for pushy dictatorship to right the house up now!…I see a girl…my girl in the grass and I get a nudge to join her.

I spent the whole afternoon resting in the grass on a blanket, reading a book, talking to my daughter, enjoying the sunshine and watching my son play in the yard. Having shared heart convo’s and telling of tales and giving of thanks.

It really was more delightful that working to right the wrongs!

Psalm 16:9

And so my heart is glad. My soul is full of joy. My body also will rest without fear.