Insanity is defined as doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. The real dilemma is not what insanity is but why mankind keeps enacting its definition. I’d be a betting that not many, if any, amongst us haven’t depicted, at one time or another, the definition of insanity. Granted, more often than naught, our hearts and goals are in the right place when we portray insanity; but none the less, it is a futile course to follow — one not orchestrated by God or through God.
One such insanity execution, by none other than yours truly, has penetrated my life lately. For me, it was in serving God. However, the calling to demonstrate insanity came from me, not God. I’ve been praying to God, and for God, to change the direction of a situation, when God, in reality, is not leading what I perceive to be the correct direction. Actually, I can see our All-Powerful Father sitting on His throne shouting down at me: “Heaven to Bonnie, not My will for you to try and accomplish this goal your way!!! Yes, it’s needed. Yes, it’s food from heaven, but it’s not the recipe of nourishment I’VE CHOSEN to feed this flock of My sheep!!!”.
Are any of you as stubborn and bullheaded a Christian as I? If so, you’ll identify when I say sometimes the Lord can only wake me up to HE being the pilot and my rank is co-pilot by painting a picture as clear as the foot on my leg (this time not the nose on my face). Such happened recently.
On that night, after wrestling for weeks with God as to why defeat, not success, was, over and over again, the result of MY attempt to carry out what I knew had to be the way to HIS will, God decided enough was enough. It was time to enlighten me. There I was, post-Midnight and only lightly dozing off, tossing and turning while praying that finally I’d be able to sway the Lord to let HIS (as I wrongly saw it) will be accomplished. Suddenly, I half awoke with an imagined jolt of nightmare pain shooting through my foot. “Ouch, that hurts,” I shouted. Immediately, I heard the admonition: “Well, whose fault is it when God is slamming shut the door with your foot still in it?”.
You better believe, I finally heard God loud and clear. Relinquishing the pilot’s seat, I crawled back into the co-pilot’s chair. At long last, peaceful rest overcame me, as the serenity prayer lulled me into deep slumber. “GOD GRANT ME THE SERENITY TO ACCEPT THE THINGS I CAN NOT CHANGE; COURAGE TO CHANGE THE THINGS I CAN; AND WISDOM TO KNOW THE DIFFERENCE.” Last words I uttered that middle of the night were: “God, I need more wisdom.”.
Uplifted in a Broken Down World 