A feeling of gloom cluttered my mind when I woke up this morning. Sadness has taunted me many times before. But I’m not the only one who knew.
About a month ago, I decided to move my office/Writer’s Cave from a room in our basement, to a brighter one upstairs. With a busy day-job, a second book proposal in progress, and a driven personality that multi-tasks far too many things, I still haven’t put everything in its place. Once again, I’m in a position of self-induced guilt.
If I read, I think I should write. If I write, I think I should organize. If I organize, I feel like I should work on a project from my day-job. And in all of that, I feel guilty for not relaxing more with my husband. (A stubby finger of guilt really pokes my mind when I take a night off and sit with him on the couch). The ongoing dilemma threatens to wrestle me until I’m pinned to the mat — useless. This is why I need my Coach.
A coach pushes, encourages, teaches, and offers some surprising insights. This morning, my Coach knew my mind-set before I ever spoke a word. He recognized my paralyzed state, identified the root problem, and addressed it early. How? My Coach is God. He sees all, hears all, and even reads my mind. He understands what I need long before I do.
So after Bible Study this morning, I chuckled when I read the following devotion waiting in my inbox:
Matthew 6:33 (NIV)
But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.