Tuesday, January 10, 2012


I've been feeling kind of... out of it, I guess, for the past couple of weeks. Just in a funk - not quite oppressed or depressed, but bordering on the edge of either. Not even for any particular reason or because anything specific set it off. Just a funk. But it was really starting to wear on me. I was constantly tired, I felt snappy, my patience was low and my temper was high, and - I realized one day - I just didn't feel happy. I was surviving each day, but no more.

I knew I had been tired, I knew I had been short on patience, but the lack of happiness scared me. I generally tend to be a pretty laid-back person. I find humor in most things. I smile a lot and laugh readily. When those things are gone, I know something is not right. So I decided I needed to do something. I needed to head into combat against the funk.

I've been on a written scripture "kick" recently. Remember my wall decals a few months back? I also have a few cute, feminine t-shirts with verses on them that are among my favorite clothing items right now. I made dish towels for my bestest buddy for Christmas with her favorite verses written on them. I recently bought a ring to commemorate a learning experience in my life (that one of these days I will process enough to share with you, but I haven't yet) with a verse on it. I just find myself wanting these things around me. I don't have a problem with sweet, encouraging, inspirational sayings, but I want direct, referenced scripture verses.

Jonny asked me once why I wanted actual verses on everything so much, including the reference. It took me a while to put my finger on the answer. I want Gavrel to see it growing up; I want other people to see it in our home; but most of all, I think I'm just drawn to the power of it.
For the word of God is alive and powerful. It is sharper than the sharpest two-edged sword, cutting between soul and spirit, between joint and marrow. It exposes our innermost thoughts and desires. - Hebrews 4:12
I truly believe there is something powerful about have the word of God around me at all times, and even on me (Deuteronomy 6:8). So as I set out to combat my funk, I sought out that same power. I began to think through my day, and looked for verses that applied to each piece of my routine. I wrote out those verses on cards and taped them around the house where I would see them.

So now my bedside lamp reminds me that in the morning I can present my requests to God and watch expectantly for them to be answered (Psalm 5:3), and at night the darkness will be as light to Him (Psalm 139:12). My bathroom mirror reminds me to rejoice in the Lord in His nearness and His peace (Philippians 4:4-7). My kitchen cabinets remind me, as I try to make the best food choices for my family, to delight in the richness of God's fare (Isaiah 55:2). My Kindle reminds me to choose books that honor Jesus (Philippians 4:8). And my son's changing table reminds me to teach all of these things to Gavrel throughout the day (Deuteronomy 6:7-9).

And it's working. The sword of the Spirit (Ephesians 6:17) has cut between me and my funk. I'm not instantly completely better, but I feel as though a hold has been broken. I am still tired, but I am happy again. My patience is returning, and I feel tension melting away. I have a way to go yet, but isn't it great to know we have such a powerful weapon at our disposal?

Where do you need to do battle in your life this week?


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