You Belong to the Prince of Peace
"When these prison walls start to feel a lot like home, I might be barely living, but it’s all I’ve ever known."
That lyric has hit me where it hurts these last few weeks.
If you’ve spent more than five minutes with me, you’ll be well aware that I often crucialise my choices, making them feel way bigger and way more scary than they actually are. And just like a kid covers their eyes and thinks they’re invisible, my go to tactic is to freeze and hope everything sorts itself out. Spoiler: it never does. What a surprise.
Indecision, though it’s an exhausting place to sit in, has become comfortable for me. My own "homely prison," if you will. If I don’t make a choice, things won’t change, and I’ll be safe. Not healthy (don’t worry, I’m okay, and it gets better).
As I’ve been thinking about what to go into next year, the temptation to put my feet up and stay in my indecision prison has been real. But, as I’ve sat with the lyrics of No Room For An Anxious Heart, I’ve felt lovingly slapped in the face, and called to action. I’ve been challenged to put on my big boy pants, take a step out of my comfort zone, and start setting things up for 2023, even though it’s just a little bit terrifying.
To be honest with you, I haven’t felt any less nervous since making some calls. But the last line of this song has been getting me through, and it’s what I’ll round off my ramblings with.
“When the fear sets in and I don’t know what to do, You’re the Prince of Peace, and my heart belongs to You.”
Let me remind you this week that you belong to the Prince of Peace, and nothing can separate you from His love.
Bless you heaps.
Jack
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