Emotions.
That word has been motoring around in my mind for weeks on end. I've been asking myself questions like, if choices lead and feelings follow what is the role of emotions? Why do some people have such 'big feelings'? Were the people who have made snarky comments to me about me being such an emotional being over the years right all along? What about the people who have told me my emotions are my 'superpower'?
Then, while working with a group of teachers talking about Greek and Latin roots, my questions about the purpose of emotions began to be answered in the words morphology.
The word emotions is broken down as follows:
E- the prefix means out + MO- the root that comes of the derivative of move+ TION- the suffix means the process of = the process of moving out
The Two Guys and a Truck of the soul, the part that moves things out.
But out of where and to where? I wonder if it is what thoughts and will hitch onto to move between the spiritual realm and the physical. Maybe that's why it is so imperative to make the decisions ahead of time about what one will believe and how one will act in spite of things that come our way. If not, those tricky emotions can move us out into the wrong direction. However, if we decide added of time that they are not going to be in control, then we can rest easy and let them carry between the spirit and the body. They can serve as a spiritual thermometer to help us figure out how to pray.
I know to some this sounds completely ludicrous and to some it makes sense. For me, I was named after a feeling for goodness sake... well kind of... Misty. I've been Misty most of my life. I can testify that following my emotions have lead me to ignore the prompts of the Spirit and have gotten me into a heap of heartbreak. I can attest to relationships that have been damaged because of this juxtaposition. I can clearly point to chaos and confusion time and time again because feelings were inadvertently given the place of God in my life. Choices lead. Feelings follow. Not the other way around.
Father, thank you for giving the gift of choice. Your choices started in the garden when you did not force your children into captivity, but you gave them free will. Freedom to choose your ways that lead to life or freedom to follow their feelings and desires.
Father, I choose to follow Jesus and I choose to take you at your word. I choose to believe you sent your own Son to die for us that whosoever believes in Him will not perish, but have everlasting life. I thank you that He came to give us life, and life to the full. Father, I choose to believe you are who you say you are; Savior, Redeemer, Creator, Comforter, Counselor, Lover of my Soul, Friend, Healer, Deliverer, A Good, Good Father.
I choose to believe you will do what you say you will do; follow me all the days of my life, save, heal, judge, free, make a way when there is no way, turn what satan intends for evil into good, work all things together for the good of those who love you and are called according to your purpose.
I choose to believe I am who you say I am. Daughter, beloved, free, given the spirit of love, the same power that raised Jesus from the dead, and have a sound mind. I am redeemed, chosen, in your image, created on purpose and for a purpose. Your masterpiece. Salt. Light.
And Jesus I choose to believe that I can do what you say I can do; forgive, love, hope, heal, tell a mountain to fall into the sea with the Fatih of a mustard seed, be a carrier of peace to the world, bare much fruit. I choose you no matter what my feelings say. I choose to keep my eyes fixed on you the author and perfector of my faith for in you, all the flaming arrows of the enemy are extinguished. Thank you Lord for loving me and for never giving up on me no matter what I do. Thank you that feelings like guilt, fear, shame, anger, timidity, aren't my calling, for in you I am a new creation and I am free. May all those who may be reading this rest in you also and know that what satan intends for evil you intend for good. Satan defines us with shame and condemnation, but you God, you convict us to guide us, but you turn shame into glory. You turn fear into joy. You turn anger into a beautiful testimony of forgiveness and peace. Let all those who may be reading this trust you with all their heart and lean not on their own understanding, but in all there ways acknowledge you and you, not feelings ,will make their paths straight.
In the name of beloved Jesus I pray.
Amen
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