Run a Strife Check
I wrote this for the Facebook Group, "Come To The Table" May 17, 2013
 "Run a Strife Check"
 Scripture: 1 Pet 3:3-6
 I remember the time I was praying and praying and getting no answers.  I
 was getting really frustrated, asking, "God don't you care?  Can't you 
see what's going on here?" 
 I sat down after my kids were in bed
 and said, "That's it!  I'm not leaving this chair till you tell me 
what's going on and how I can change this situation." 
 I had no 
clue where to go so I opened my Bible and it fell open at the page where
 this verse jumped out at me, " Where there is envy and strife there is 
every evil work." (James. 3:16)   
 Hello! God had my attention 
now.  I was so frustrated and upset with my husband I could spit.  Not 
good I know, but he didn't want to talk to me so any hope of discussing 
the issue was postponed for the moment. 
 I asked Holy Spirit  
what the big deal was and he told me to go to 1 Pet. 3.... As I started 
reading,  it resonated in my spirit.  It reads, "Your beauty should not 
come from outward adornment, such as elaborate hairstyles and the 
wearing of gold jewelry or fine clothes. Rather, it should be that of 
your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which
 is of great worth in God’s sight." (1 Pet 3:3-4) 
 That's a 
laugh.  My Spirit was anything but gentle.  I was born for war and I 
loved winning.  A quiet spirit?  Hmmm that needed some thought.   How to
 have a quiet spirit....peaceful, content, relaxed where the 
connotations I got as I meditated on this verse.   
 I could see 
that I had some work ahead of me.  I continued reading and then I got 
slammed by Holy Spirit as I read,  "For this is the way the holy women 
of the past who put their hope in God used to adorn themselves. They 
submitted themselves to their own husbands, like Sarah, who obeyed 
Abraham and called him her lord. You are her daughters if you do what is
 right and do not give way to fear." (1 Pet 3:5&6) 
 Whoa, 
whoa, whoa!  I couldn't believe God was telling me to defer or give in 
to my husband when he's wrong!  I thought,  "How stupid is that?  I mean
 what's the point of having a brain if you're not allowed to use it!?" 
 Holy Spirit put up with my tirade for a bit and when I had quieted down
 he said it's a trust issue.  You don't trust me enough to let me work 
on him for you.  You're manipulating and controlling things to meet your
 own desires. 
 Nailed!  Holy Spirit got me again.  All I could say was, "You're right." 
 I had to start trusting Holy Spirit to work in my husband's life and 
not interfere.   I wasn't allowed to control or manipulate situations to
 get what I wanted, no matter how much my flesh screamed.  When I went 
to the Lord and complained, He responded, "Didn't you mean it when you 
said you wanted to be a living sacrifice for me?  Didn't you mean it 
when you said that you would pay any price to carry my glory?" 
 He was right,  I just wasn't expecting that my cross would be so hidden and inglorious.   
 So, while I was waiting for the Lord to work on my husband he was 
working on me.  I learned how to go to him for strength for the day, for
 help when I didn't get the sleep I thought I needed, for comfort when I
 didn't get the support I thought I needed, for protection when we came 
under attack, for provision when the money ran out ahead of the bills, 
for good teaching when I was alone. 
 I can look back and thank 
God for all the hard times cause it's made me so much stronger in God.  I
 know with certainty that there's a promise for every situation I'll 
ever face and that my God is backing me to the hilt.  And Praise God I 
even found some scriptures to help me to become a gentler woman!  
Hallelujah! 
 So now when my prayers aren't getting answered I 
immediately ask the Lord where have I missed it or dishonored my leaders
 (husband, pastors, etc.)  I've finally learned how to keep my heart 
with all diligence! Yahoo!  God's good! 
 I hope my story helps you avoid some of the pitfalls I went through! 
 Bless you today! 
 Big hugs,
 Brenda Gale Thompson
 
 
 
          
      
 
  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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