The Heart Attack and My Days Living Homeless

The Heart Attack and My Days Living Homeless

I awoke with a sharp pain in my chest.  Within about one minute I had convinced myself I was going to die of a heart attack right there on my bed at the ripe old age of thirty-three.

I received an email with some bad news.  By the end of that day I was certain that the worst possible scenario would come from the situation and I would be left living on the street.

Enter Isaiah 26:2-4

You keep him in perfect peace
whose mind is stayed on You,
because he trusts in You.
Trust in the Lord forever,
for the Lord God is an everlasting rock.

Amigos, that’s not just some quaint verse to slap on Christian paraphernalia.   No.
Them’s fightin’ words.

You see my mind is a wild stallion that needs to be constantly broken into submission to God’s ways.  If I want peace in my mind and heart there’s only one way to truly have it:  I must fight to keep my mind constantly focused on God.  I must fight for the peace only He can give.

Easier said than done you say?  No argument from me on that.  For more tips let’s check back in with Isaiah:

I will recount the steadfast love of the Lord, the praises of the Lord,
according to all that the Lord has granted us. (Is. 63:7)

I don’t stand a chance in this crumbling world if I don’t constantly remind myself of God’s goodness.

So this week I choose to trust in the Lord.  I choose to remember His goodness.  I resolve that regardless of what happens I won’t let anyone or anything steal my peace.