November 7, 2018

“So then, let us rid ourselves of everything that gets in the way…” Hebrews 12:1 (GNT)

Constricted

It was the middle of the night, and I was on a plane somewhere over the Atlantic. I was excited for this trip, but this first 12-hour leg was proving to be brutal. I had the window seat; large men occupied the other two seats. My discomfort was growing. It wasn’t the fact that I had very little legroom, or that I was cramming myself against the window in an effort to give the poor man in the middle more room. No, it was far worse. It was my, *ahem*, “foundational garment.”

Me: You’re getting awfully tight.

Garment: So? You’re the one who decided to wear me on this long trip!

Me: But you’re the sports variety. You’re supposed to be extra comfortable.

Garment: Ha-ha! Fooled ya’!

Me: I’m going to pull you lower around my ribs.

Garment: I’ll just ride up again.

Me: Can’t you let up just a little?

Garment: No. I’m going to keep squeezing until your ribs feel like they’re being crushed by a boa constrictor.

Me: My seatmates are asleep, so I can’t get up. Please, just a little relief?

Garment: Isn’t it great how this high altitude is making it worse? Squeeeeeeeeeeeeze!

Finally, I simply could not bear it any more. I looked at my seatmates, reluctant to wake them. Hmmmm, they appeared to be really asleep, not just dozing. I jostled around. Neither of them moved. I glanced around. Everyone was sleeping—probably because they weren’t being strangled by a small piece of Lycra straight from Hades. Using my shawl as a tent, I stealthily began the contortions that would free me from my misery, no small feat, since I was also wearing a camisole under my shirt. Thankfully I’m flexible and soon, though it fought to the bitter end, I was free and the offending garment was tucked away in my bag, never to taunt me again. HALLELUJAH!!

Sometimes, I feel like God is squeezing me as much as my garment was. I’m ashamed to say that I can feel crushed by the obedience He is asking of me, by the trials I go through, and the discipline of what it takes be His daughter. I don’t want to feel constricted; I want my walk to be easy. I want to always feel like worshiping, to desire to read His Word. I want unwavering faith, never allowing doubt to creep in. I fail often.

The thing is though, without these “constrictions,” I will grow stagnant, and that is far worse than losing my comfort. God wants us, His daughters, to be closer to Him, and sometimes, He just has to give us a little (or big) squeeze.

“Lord, forgive me for the times I would rather be comfortable than go through what it takes to make me more like You. Please help me to be a good example and to bring You honor. In Jesus’ name, Amen.”

2018-11-06T16:12:11+00:00

4 Comments

  1. Anonymous November 7, 2018 at 4:09 am

    Amen!

  2. Anonymous November 7, 2018 at 4:58 am

    Thanks for the early morning laugh! Excellent mental picture and comparison. Amen

  3. Anonymous November 7, 2018 at 5:24 am

    I find I am being squeezed lately and my disobedience is making it worse. My desire is to be “more flexible” and release some of the pressure.

    Thank you!

  4. Anonymous November 7, 2018 at 11:35 am

    Love this! I know exactly what you mean. In the early mornings I see my Bible and think… I should read it. I fight with myself for a while before I pick it up and read it. Nearly every time I follow the “squeeze” to read God’s word… A blessing happens. Thanks again!!

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