Wednesday, January 4, 2017

Pressed

"We were under great pressure,...so that we despaired even of life...But this happened that we might not rely on ourselves but on God, who raises the dead." -2 Corinthians 1:8-9

Pressed beyond measure; yes, pressed to great length;
Pressed so intensely, beyond my own strength;
Pressed in my body and pressed in my soul,
Pressed in my mind till the dark surges roll.
Pressure from foes, and pressure from dear friends.
Pressure on pressure, till life nearly ends.

Pressed into knowing no helper but God;
Pressed into loving His staff and His rod.
Pressed into liberty where nothing clings,
Pressed into faith for impossible things.
Pressed into living my life for the Lord,
Pressed into living a Christ-life outpoured.

(Author Unknown)

This poem resonated within my spirit. There is so much pressure from being "pressed". I once heard someone say, "When you are pressed what comes out of your heart? Is it hate, bitterness, or resentment? Or is it love, kindness, patience and gentleness? Oh, to be the latter!

Right now, I am feeling squeezed. Six children all in school. One about to graduate. Everyone except one child are in multiple sports. It is just so busy. When I am gone for games and appointments, the housework builds up and then I feel pressed even more. I feel pressed when I know my husband needs attention when he gets home from the fire station. I feel pressed when I know my children need their individual attention and I am always trying to build and maintain relationships with the ones that are struggling the most in their teen years. I feel pressed when it comes to ministry at the church, because I want to help. I want to serve and I want to see people taught in the Scriptures and discipled, there is always so much to do and there is only so much time that I have to do it. 

This is when I must remember the term "seasons". Ahhh, God knows this. Jesus had seasons, the prophets of old had seasons, I only need to do what God asks me to do and do it well. I need to listen to him and see what He wants me to give up before I add something new. 

Being pressed isn't bad. It makes me dependent instead of independent. It makes me willing to ask my husband and children for their help. It even allows grandparents and friends to represent me at a game if I can't make it. 

Are you feeling pressed? I would love to hear your thoughts and your encouragement if you have come through this season of life victoriously!


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