There has been a song playing lately on the radio. I’m tempted to turn the channel or play Pandora every time it comes on because frankly, I don’t really care for the voice of the singer. Yep. Not trying to be mean, I just don’t typically listen to scruffy voices and rock type music – not my thing.
Then, the opening lyrics hit me and I could not turn it off.
In this obsession with the things this world says make us happy
Can’t see the slaves we are in all the searching all the grasping
Searching and grasping.
If I told you how many times I have been searching for misplaced items in our house over the past 2 days, you’d probably advise that I need help. Mental help. Physical help. Any help.
The speaker charger.
The nebulizer machine I just took upstairs that was downstairs forever and a day.
The necklace I wore last week and left on the ledge next to the stairs.
The shirt I thought I ordered and I’m not sure if it came in the mail or not.
Yes, our downstairs is pretty organized and getting there on being a space that breathes comfort. The upstairs is a different story. I have stuff packed in places better than my grandma ever did in her tiny little house. It’s a disaster area that should probably be condemned.
Did you catch those lyrics? Can’t see the slaves we are in all the searching, all the grasping.
I wanted to cry in my car this afternoon. I have become a slave to my things.
My fists have been clinched tightly because I’m grasping so much and I have a hard time letting go of anything.
As I thought about tonight’s blog post, I decided to look that word up.
Well there’s certainly a message in there, folks.
My grasping is now described as a greedy slave.
God, help me.
I know I’m not alone. I haven’t always struggled with grasping my stuff.
I’ve grasped my career.
I’ve grasped our finances.
I’ve grasped our family.
I’ve grasped our business.
I’ve grasped God’s plan for my life.
Power-hungry individuals. It said that up there in the description if you didn’t catch it. I’ve been so power hungry in all those areas before and it breaks my heart to step back and see reality.
That’s certainly not what I want anymore – in anything.
Lord, teach me to be found with hands wide open, ready to do whatever You put in front of me any given day. If I grasp anything, let it be You.
And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the Lord’s holy people, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, – Ephesians 3:17-18
As you gather with your people tonight – around the table, around the living room, or maybe you’re just writing in a journal – let’s have meaningful conversation around grasping.
- What does the word grasping mean to you? (see definition above if needed)
- Name one thing you’re grasping or holding tight to currently.
- What are the things God wants us to grasp in life?
- Pick one thing to let go of grasping this week. Start small. Set a goal to look back in 1 week and take inventory on how you’re doing.
- Tell someone your goal and create accountability in grasping.
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