It happens about three times a week. It’s random. It’s loud. It’s relatively brief. It’s sometimes annoying. It’s never an emergency. But it draws the attention of everyone around. Can you guess what I’m referring to?
My neighbor’s car alarm. Yep. I’m really clueless as to why it goes off so frequently. Is it accidental? Is it done on purpose? I think I have inadvertently hit the alarm button (or “panic” button) on my car remote maybe three times in the last three years. But I’m not exaggerating when I say their car alarm goes off several times a week. What’s up with that?
Have you ever met anyone like this? No, I don’t mean people whose car alarm goes off all the time. I’m talking about people whose “proverbial alarm” goes off frequently. You know the type—they freak out about the slightest thing, they’re constantly on edge, they worry about everything, and they hit their “proverbial panic button” about three times a week. It’s like they live in crisis mode. What’s up with that?
If you look back at the first paragraph, these phrases could very well be describing them when they allow worry to get the best of them—loud, sometimes annoying, never an emergency, yet drawing the attention of everyone around. For some, they sound their “alarm” because it’s their default. Anxiety inside them wins out so their gut reaction is alarm. Some folks know when they hit that “panic button” it will get the attention of other people and this is exactly what they seek. Then there are those whose internal coping or problem solving mechanism is broken, so when their “angst tank” is full it spills out in a rather obvious, attention-getting manner.
As I said earlier, you may know people just like this. But, maybe you know them too well. Maybe you greet one in the mirror each morning. Maybe you are one of these people. If so, hear the words of Psalm 62:1-2, “I am at rest in God alone; my salvation comes from Him. He alone is my rock and my salvation, my stronghold; I will never be shaken” (HCSB). I’m not sure if the Psalmist is absolutely confident of this Truth, or if it’s something he needed to remind himself of by saying over and over again. But he started in verse 1 by saying, “I am at rest in God alone…” The truth is we can never be “at rest” in anything (or anyone) else but God alone. Try replacing “in God” in that sentence with something else: I am at rest (in my job) alone…I am at rest (with my family) alone…I am at rest (in myself) alone. When it comes right down to it, those things will never give us lasting rest, peace, or joy.
The Psalmist continues “Rest in God alone, my soul, for my hope comes from Him. He alone is my rock and my salvation, my stronghold; I will not be shaken. My salvation and glory depend on God, my strong rock. My refuge is in God.” (62:5-7, HCSB). Listen to the determination of his heart. It’s as if he is repeating this Truth to himself in such a way to embrace it and clothe himself in it.
Here’s the thing…when we worry, when anxiety wins out, when we frequently sound the alarm, we are forgetting where our hope comes from. We are allowing other things to be our rock, our fortress, or our refuge. We are being shaken by the very things we hope to find rest in, but truly never will.
This week, as various worries arise (and they will arise), embrace and clothe yourself in the Truth that God alone is your Rock, your Refuge, your Fortress, your Stronghold, your Salvation, and your Glory. Find your rest in God…and God alone.