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It’s not that Complicated

  Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight. Proverbs 3:5-6

You hear the civilian of bamboozled beings buzzing daily, “Life is complicated.” Is life that complexed or do we lasso overthinking and tie it to our daily lives ourselves? My husband and I talked about this topic last night. We will be searching for a house this year, god-willing. He said something that chimed like a grandfather clock. He said, “We need to keep God passively involved in our lives.” One definition of “Passively” is: receiving, enduring, or submitting without resistance. We should receive God’s guidance and submit to His will to avoid complications. God should be our automatic resource when making day to day decisions. When keeping Jesus at the forefront of your mind every choice will become minuscule. Commonalities between you and the Father will become frequent. Meditate and listen to God and overthinking will be obsolete. His divine direction will be in the background and foreground. 

Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. Philippians 4:6-7

When we abide in God, we will feel an easiness and peace. “Let your requests be known to Him” and He will take care of the tedious rest. Then, find relaxation in the hammock of His solace. Stop gravitating towards worry and obscuring pretend obstacles. Stop looking at the skies and seeing rain, when clearly, the sun is shining. Start humming the tune, “I can see clearly now the rain is gone.” 

Ladies and gents, life is not that complicated. Most of the time we make it complexed when Jesus said, “Come to me all who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.” When making decisions, give the choice to God. “Be still” and do not complicate Jesus’ plans He has for you.

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