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26 March 2010

The Lunatic Squirrel Meets Jesus

I never leave home without a notebook.  Just in case.  I have hundreds upon hundreds of links bookmarked on my computer so that I have them if I should ever need them.  I do occasionally go back and use those ideas but the ones that I don't are legion.  Yet I keep collecting.  The fear of needing them nips at my heels.    

Don't stop or it's going to get you.

Like a [deranged] squirrel, I gather.  I'm a constant gatherer.  If life were a big tabletop, I'd lean over as far as I could, spread my arms out wide and sweep as much information as I could grasp, pulling it into my belly, heaping it upon my feet.

And then I'd secretly panic
about what was left on the table, 
because what if those things
were the ones I'd really need later on?
It's better to have and not need than need and not have,
the voice reminds me.

Is it though?

In my zeal, I gather gather gather
leaving little time for application, little time to enhance the lives around me.  How can you stop and apply it when there is more information to be had?  What if you miss something important?  Then what'll happen to you?  Adding to the trouble is that my mind seems to work like a sieve, retaining way less than I can be comfortable with.  The stress works against me.  The more I depend on myself to not be forgetful, the more forgetful I become. 

What is left only makes me panicky about what has left.  

How does one relax in such a state?  How does one "loosen up" so as not to fret so much about getting more? About getting enough? About getting the right things?  And also, what's driving this madness?

FEAR.  It's a she-witch.
She whispers lies.
You're in charge of making sure you get it.
You better get it right the first time.
Your mistakes will ruin you... will ruin them.

But not Jesus. 
My sure hand is beneath you, just as surely as it is beneath your children.
Don't worry.  I know what you need before you even ask.
Take my hand, and I will guide you into all the truth there is.
Great grace is covering you. 
Peace, be still.

His sweet words are like a hug, making me free to breathe again, to ease up a bit and to believe the truth that He's working day and night making me into what I ought to be. It's not up to me to find and implement the exact equation of information to ensure that I am who and where I need to be... All I have to do is to believe the love, because I'm already accepted in the beloved.  I don't have to fix myself.  And that's exactly the thing the heart of this lunatic squirrel needs to be storing away.

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Chel's Leaving a Legacy said...

Your title absolutely CAPTIVATED me! ha ha ha

Your such a squirrely girl.

I love, first of all, the way you wrote this. No, I mean the WAY you wrote this...all left and right justified and centered and all crazy like that. It really added to the frenzy!

Ahhh, but Peace, be still. Thank you Lord, for words that are still. Store it away, Jodie!

Tonja said...

wow...well said. i completely understand! I love the analogy of the tabletop...and the squirrel! great revelation!

myletterstoemily said...

so happy to see you writing again! no
expectations. i just love the way you
think and express your heart.

squirrel away on His love!


myletterstoemily said...

hey! i just remembered you are the
little french mademoiselle. i really
wish you could have been there.

someday . . .

myletterstoemily said...

hey jodie,

what a bizarre way of communicating. :)

if only we had a bottle and an ocean.
"hey jodie, the kids just had their first
grandbaby. how old are you now?"

i can NOT believe you read my hokey
blog, and francis frangipane had the
most significant impact on my husband
and my life when we were young like

it's so great that you like him, too. he
has such wisdom.

au revoir!

Vanessa said...

Beautifully said! Thanks for reading my mind and letting me read it in words. You are an artist.

Gramps said...

I carry a little red notebook around with me. I write down important tasks, songs I like, new book titles, phone numbers and all sorts of important stuff. Wouldn't leave home without it!

It's not all about fear. There's good stuff in there, too.