As most of you know I've been given 60 days to move out of my place because my new landlord wants to move into my apartment. This has been a source of stress for me.
I know the devil has no hold on my mind or my heart, but he sure is trying to shake me lately. I can physically feel it!!! I've been getting headaches every single day for almost a month now, couldn't explain it. I don't get headaches... ever... I went to the dr and it's actually migraines, I just don't feel as MUCH pain as some people do, instead I get blurry vision and dizziness, and still some pain, it's just not crippling pain, oh and the noise!!! I can't stand barely any noise!...
I'm convinced the devil is giving me migraines because I'm growing closer to God everyday... and seeking him more everyday and he's trying to stop me from doing it. He's trying to make me blame God for this, and keep me from leaning on God more and more through everything I'm dealing with right now.
I have some pretty big decisions to make right now, about what city to live in, what type of place to live in, and most importantly the cost of the place (that's a HUGE one)... and I keep worrying and worrying about them. I have NO place to worry. God has always provided for me tenfold. This has been proven time and time again... and again... and again in my life. I can't even wrap my mind around how many blessings he's provided for me when I thought there was no hope... his plan is better than mine!!! I'm trying to believe that in this situation... I'm trying to speak it into my life, because i know it's TRUE... and I KNOW he'll provide, beyond a shadow of a doubt, and even if he doesn't I have options. But I'm still shaken, rattled, and worried. I'm not hopeless... but just worried about what to do. It's a completely irrational thought and I laugh at myself when I catch myself worrying about it.
I think I need to just cover myself in prayer and reading the promises God has for us right now. Praying his promises into my life, that he will provide for those that serve him, and praying against the evil forces that are trying to bring me down, doubt myself, doubt my abilities to stand on my own 2 feet. God is my provider, my strength, and my stronghold when I am weak. He WILL provide for me... better than I can imagine, and in his perfect timing.... I need to remember that... and be patient.... oh patience... the elusive trait I have yet to find in myself.... maybe this whole ordeal will teach me some. No matter the outcome I know he's in control.
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