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I wonder if one of the greatest dangers facing us right now isn’t that we’re doing too much.
It’s that we’re scattered.
A little piece of us is living in yesterday. Another is worrying about tomorrow. Another is carrying expectations, responsibilities, and outcomes we were never meant to hold. We spend so much time anticipating, replaying, managing, + preparing that we rarely stop to consider what it’s doing to us.
I’ve noticed that when I become scattered, I stop seeing clearly. I become more reactive than reflective. More anxious than grateful. More focused on controlling outcomes than faithfully stewarding the moment in front of me. I feel it from the inside out and it is exhausting.
I think that’s why we are tired. Not because we’re busy, but because we’re trying to mentally live in places God never asked us to occupy.
The reality is that whatever consistently has our attention eventually shapes us. What we repeatedly look at influences what we desire. What we desire influences how we live. And how we live ultimately determines who we become.
Scripture repeatedly calls us to remain, abide, dwell, remember, fix our eyes, and be still. Those aren’t random spiritual disciplines. They’re invitations back to wholeness.
The enemy has always known that a fragmented heart is easier to discourage, easier to overwhelm, easier to rush, and easier to convince that God is absent when He is actually very near.
The older I get, the more convinced I am that one of the most counter-cultural things a person can be is anchored. Anchored in God’s character when circumstances feel uncertain. Anchored enough that the chaos around us no longer gets to dictate the condition of our souls.
Anchored people love differently.
They listen better.
They notice God in places others rush past.
They possess a steadiness that circumstances cannot manufacture and cannot take away.
Maybe that’s why Jesus seemed so unhurried. Not because His life lacked demands, but because His heart was anchored to the Father.
How much do I miss because I’m mentally elsewhere or emotionally fragmented?
Jesus, anchor us.
Allllll the scattered pieces—we bring it to You. Humble us. Show us the way.
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