I learned how not to relax…from a dog. I watched an immature, hyper dog going past our house pulling hard. He was loudly panting at the end of his leash. I thought to myself, “Just relax. Stop pulling so hard! Relax and your owner will let you walk at a good pace. You won’t have to foam at the mouth.”
That little dog was straining and heaving, working so hard to get where and what it wanted and in quite a frenzy. Oh, how I wanted to encourage it to just relax!
Sometimes I’ve felt like that young dog straining at the end of the leash trying to take off in my own direction at my own speed, thinking I know what’s best and what it will take to get there. There have been seasons in my life when the message to relax was one I needed to hear or be reminded of many times over. When I grow impatient I can work myself into a frenzied state. And like the dog pulling with all its might at the end of a leash, my frenzied efforts only wear me out.
The last thing I want to do is live my life like the hyper dog, foaming at the mouth and pulling as hard as he can at the end of the leash going nowhere fast.
I want to open my heart deep and wide and allow God to teach me to find his peace and rest in this journey. I don’t want to continue with all the straining and frenzy. God’s way gives me permission to relax!
by Kathy Cheek
“I am leaving you with a gift—peace of mind and heart. And the peace I give is a gift the world cannot give. So don’t be troubled or afraid.” (John 14:27)
Lord, thank you that when I am stressed and frenzied, I know that I can come to you and find peace for my heart.
Even princesses experience times when life’s not a fairy tale and our royal crowns seem cracked and broken. Fortunately, God can repair our cracked crowns and heal our pain.