Do you snore? Does your spouse?
I know snoring can be annoying but did you know it can make you cuss?
Well it did for me anyway.
A few months ago hubby got the head/chest virus going around and it took his snoring to a whole new level. I couldn’t sleep for the noise and he couldn’t sleep for me waking him up to let him know he couldn’t possibly be sleeping with all the snoring going on.
Alas, hubby solved the problem by selflessly (or perhaps more for self-preservation) taking himself and his pillow.com pillow upstairs to sleep until his crud was clear.
But what solved one problem started another.
You see, upstairs is where I spend thirty minutes to an hour in the morning with God. I didn’t want to disturb hubby as I usually get up an hour before he does, so I figured I would have my study/prayer time and coffee in our bedroom. But what I quickly discovered was the bedroom and every other room in the house held too many temptations.
The bed lovingly called me back for more zzzzz’s and the T.V. beckoned me to my morning show. The phone held secret messages from the night before begging me to listen. The computer…..well, my website, google, and all other delights.
I was destined for distraction.
Each and every morning I was surrounded with a myriad of amusements and I began to neglect my intimate conversations with God, digging into His Word and the truth that fed my soul. Instead, I chose the diversions and settled for what I call God on the go—read a short verse, throw up a quick prayer and off I go.
I soon came to the revelation that this new form of quiet time was similar to grabbing fast food. It meets a need but repeated over time lacks the substance for sustaining good health.
And for me this God on the go lacked the depth of truth I needed for my spiritual health.
This showed up first in one of my most vulnerable places—my mouth.
We all have pre-recorded messages in our brain from childhood and past experiences. Mine just happen to include a few words of the four-letter variety.
Okay, I have to admit I’m no innocent babe. Given a stressful situation, or the right circumstance, like um, getting my baby toe caught on the corner of a chair, will cause the little pez dispenser in my brain to discharge a word…normally too low for anyone to hear. (Oh please Lord don’t let me stump my toe in church!)
Within a week it became obvious to me, my “God on the go” quiet time wasn’t enough to keep my pez dispenser on lock down.
I noticed it first when I got in a tight spot on the tennis court. I hit a poor shot, and one of my pre-recorded &#%! slipped out loud enough for my partner to hear, who I think was actually shocked…at least at first. However the same scenario kept repeating itself and soon with every miss hit the words rolled off my tongue with ease.
There were other hazards of my poorly fed soul. I leaned in to hear gossip where I normally turn a deaf ear and I had an overall cranky spirit.
Like the frog placed in water that’s slowly heated to a boil, I didn’t feel the temperature rising until the Holy Spirit pricked my heart to say, “Wake up Christy, something isn’t right girl!” It was with that prompting I connected the dots and realized,
I was leaving God’s truth at home.
Even though David wasn’t quite over his virus I promised him I’d put a cease-fire to the snore war and asked him to please come back downstairs. And he did.
Ahhh, the first morning back in my quiet sanctuary was a glorious reunion of sorts. With no distractions, I dug deep into the Word and was blanketed by peace I hadn’t felt for weeks. It was like the heavens opened up to whisper,
Welcome back daughter. I’ve missed our talks.
You see, leaving my house without the belt of God’s truth was like leaving the house naked.
I was defenseless.
Defenseless against my own weaknesses and the devil’s crafty schemes.
And that my friends is how snoring made me cuss…more.
Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, and with your fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace.” Ephesians 6:14-15 NIV
For all my Chets Women friends who are fervently studying the Armor of God by Pricilla Shirer. Suit up!
Looking forward, pressing on, seeking God.