Panic in My Prison Cell

Panic in My Prison Cell

Every few weeks I have a day or two where I slip into panic mode.

Most of the time it’s because something isn’t moving as fast as I’d like. The ministry isn’t growing at the speed I want. I still can’t seem to get my book out there. Relationships aren’t developing as quickly as I’d like.

It kills me and I freak out, thinking I should push harder. Emily has to talk me off the ledge.

I was reading a huge chunk of Paul’s writings this morning and I was reminded over and over that Paul spent a large amount of his life in one prison or another.

I wonder if he ever had times where he felt like his valuable life was wasting away?

We laugh now at the thought that Paul would think that way because we see what came of his writings. But I don’t think it’s too much of a stretch to think he must have gotten frustrated. He was human.

It reminded me of two things:

  1. If I am truly seeking God and looking for opportunities (not being lazy), but things seem to be going nowhere, I need to stay faithful and chill out a little. God is obviously up to something. He’s always at work doing things I can’t do.
  2. I can push all I want but if God’s not in it, it’s going nowhere. I have to remember to wait on his timing.

You keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on You, because he trusts in You. Isaiah 26:3