Overwhelmed

By LeAnn Rice

I have been feeling very overwhelmed these past few months. Lots of projects and each feels like a full time job. Add that on top of being a single mom and head of a household that still needs to be maintained and I’m pretty much a jello-brain.

It’s hard having to do everything without a partner. Honestly, it just sucks a lot of the time. I have good days and bad days. I keep my good day face on most of the time. Mostly because I don’t want to let anyone down. If I have Jesus, shouldn’t I be happy? Shouldn’t I have a smile on my face?

If I am sad I feel guilty because I think that I’m letting God down.

But the feeling of being overwhelmed will take a hold of me and I just spiral downward. Most people would never notice.

I went away this weekend for a little rest and renewal. I brought my Bible, a couple of books, and my journal. I spent 24 hours in my jammies sitting by a gorgeous lake, purging my overwhelmed life into my journal. Seriously… it was a pity party. There was quite a long list of reasons why life was so hard, and I was so hurt, and why I was overwhelmed.

But in the quiet of the hammock by the lake, I heard God whisper, “Let Me overwhelm you.”

I lay there in the hammock with no sounds except birds chirping and an occasional jumping fish. I thought about all the things that overwhelm me and I replaced them with the things that should overwhelm me. Or… Who should overwhelm me.

I am overwhelmed by His love.

I am overwhelmed by His steadfastness.

I am overwhelmed by His grace.

I am overwhelmed by His faithfulness.

I am overwhelmed by His truth.

I am overwhelmed by His sovereignty.

I am overwhelmed by His abundance.

I am overwhelmed by His heart.

I am overwhelmed by Him.

If I can redirect my feeling of being overwhelmed so that I am overwhelmed by The One. The One who has engraved MY name in the palm of His hand, and knows every hair on my head, and knew me before I was in my mother’s womb… then there will be no room for being overwhelmed by the distractions of life that invade my thoughts and keep me under Satan’s yolk.

I long to be overwhelmed… by Him alone.

Praying He overwhelms each of us my sweet sisters.