Reframing

I told you yesterday I have trust issues. And let me tell you. Yesterday it felt like God and Satan were having a tug of war and I was the rope.

If you think I'm kidding, check this out: I skipped lunch. That's when you KNOW it's serious. I don't really believe in skipping meals.

Typically I call my mom on my way home from work and we talk for most of the commute. I worked over Monday evening and figured she would be worried when I hadn't called a half hour after I normally do. As I pack-muled my way out to my car with all my work luggage, I half-groaned, God, I really would rather talk to You on the way home. I'm a mess.

I lovingly arranged the luggage in the car, crawled in the front seat and pulled out the phone to call Mom. I could tell when she answered that she was in the middle of dinner at a restaurant. "Can I call you later?" she said.

I hung up and felt the God-tap on my shoulder. You got it, Baby Girl. We have a whole commute together.

Unsure of how to begin...I sort of stuttered, and then I finally blurted out I need You to tell me what You want me to do because I can't do this.

Never before have I felt the car become such sacred ground, but it was yesterday evening. I did my best to say out loud all the things that weighed on my heart, and finally I heard God say Baby, do you remember the day you learned to stop flailing and be still in my arms? Yes. Yes I did.

Do that.

I tried. I tried to put myself back in that sweltering living room and imagine the strong arms that pressed me tightly until I stopped fighting.

Then I heard Let's review what you know to be true. And for the rest of the ride home, He reminded me of what is true about me. He whispered truths I needed to hear. He helped me see my world from a different point of view.

He reframed it for me.

I'm all about the tangible, you know. And I know that while this battle is already won, there might be a fight or two yet to face. So to help, I picked this up last night.

(Sorry the picture is blurry and I do plan to one day make the word a little classier looking. But this works for now.) I'm taking it to work with me, and when I start to flail and fight and lose sight of the truth, I plan to pick it up and move it to the other side of the desk.

Reframing in action.