A State of Knowing

My husband keeps the volume for his car radio at a 15.

Always.

The same station, the same volume, no exceptions, unless I’m in the car.

I remember early in our dating days, I would hear a song I loved and attempt to crank it. Max would grimace a bit, worried about his speakers, and we would compromise at a volume 21.

Whether it’s his favorite song or one he despises, he’s at a 15.

Then there’s me.

On any given twenty minute commute, I’ve listened to six stations at varying degrees of volume. The great songs blare through the speakers at a volume that has to be turned down at stoplights because people would stare, and the bad ones get skipped the moment I hear a familiar beat I despise.

How Max and I handle our car radios is a very metaphoric example of who we are as people.

Max is steady and consistent, never too reactive to anything. He is calm and predictable, mild-mannered and level-headed. Maybe years ago, I would have called that boring, but now I call it home.

I’ve always been the opposite-  a little reactive, unpredictable, emotionally surprising (I chose surprising over unstable because the Lord has done too much in me to call myself unstable..emotionally surprising sounds much more positive).

I ride the highs and lows of  the roller coaster of life while Max waves from the safety of the waiting area with a puke bag and a corn dog.

It’s not all negative- I love big and live big and life is fun with me a lot of the time. Max and I balance each other out and have a good thing going on.

But living life in reaction to the dozens, sometimes hundreds of external (or internal) events that are happening around me can be simply exhausting.

When I allow how I feel (or how others feel!) to dictate my life, it makes for some tumultuous emotional seasons that I regard as truth, even though they might not be, and can change rapidly.

Feeling not close to God.

Feeling anxious about a situation that could, but probably won’t, happen at work.

Feeling guilt and shame over past mistakes.

Feeling regret over how I handled a situation 8 months ago.

Feeling annoyed, exasperated.

Living in a state of feeling and reacting- it’s a bumpy ride.

Recently I posted about the lack of connection I have felt towards God – I have felt blah and disconnected for most of this year and continue to dig to “feel” close again.

So as I was journaling the other day, I asked God to allow me to live in a state of knowing. That regardless of how I feel, I am secure in my deep knowledge of his love for me.

Through His word and His promises to me, I want to live in a place of knowing His love, even if I don’t feel it.

This will not be a quick fix, but this week I am going to ask myself this when I am reacting to a situation or feeling big emotions : am I living in a state of feeling or a state of knowing?

Am I accepting my feelings as truth even though I know better?

Am I creating an event in the future that likely won’t happen?

Am I analyzing how someone feels about me or what they could be thinking about me?

Am I obsessing over something I know God has already forgiven me for?

A state of knowing. Let’s put it in the ring against the roller coaster.

Here’s to learning and growing.

Jenna

 

 

 

But I am not changing a thing about my car radio.

 

 

 

 

 

One Comment Add yours

  1. Alora Deising-Eovaldi says:

    Love it and I can sooo relate! I have let my feelings and others’ feelings (via their words, body language, etc) dictate to me. I know that I am doing what God wants, living the way He wants me to live and slowly, I am learning not to let feelings get in the way.

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