Some Practical Advice on Stress-Free Living by David Allen
I have benefited a LOT from David Allen’s book, Getting Things Done. Here is a great TED Talk David gave on “Stress-free Living.” I hope you enjoy it.
Practical keys and insight into personal, leadership, and ministry development.
When you realize how dependent you are prayer is no longer a struggle.
Jesus said, “Without me you can do nothing.” He did not say, “Without me you can do little.” He said, “Without me you can do nothing.” Nada. Zilch. Zero. We are completely dependent.
Breathing and eating are not a struggle for me: my very survival depends on them. In the same way, prayer has ceased to be a struggle because I have learned just how dependent I am on Him.
Prayer has become a joyful place of encounter and exchange. I meet with Him and we have a divine exchange: I give Him my needs and He gives me His resources. I give Him my weakness and He gives me His strength. I give Him my lack and He gives me His abundance.
This place of Hide and Seek is for me a place to learn of Him, to know Him, to know His ways, to answer His call to, “Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.”” (Matthew 11:29–30, ESV)
When I am in the “secret place” and drawing near to Him, I am able to cast my burden upon Him because He cares for me. I learn to live my life anchored to His promises.
“Seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you.” (Matthew 6:33, ESV).
Pressure presses me into the secret place. The stress and strain of life and ministry colliding with my humanity in all its complexities, weaknesses, fears, ambitions, and anxieties cause me to be overwhelmed. And in this condition I find He is my Rock, my Fortress, my Hightower, and my Safe harbor.
“For he will hide me in his shelter in the day of trouble; he will conceal me under the cover of his tent; he will lift me high upon a rock.” (Psalm 27:5, ESV)
In the safety of the secret place I convert my worry list into a prayer list. I begin declaring over every need and opportunity, “Your kingdom come, Your will be done.” I pray this way until I have the peace of God for the situation. This is what we call “praying through.”
When you have “prayed through” Satan is no match for you because you stand in God’s authority.
Here are three practices that can help you to discover the joys of Hide and Seek:
The Advent and Christmas Seasons point us to the Hope of His Appearing and His Presence. Live it to the fullest.
“You have said, “Seek my face.” My heart says to you, “Your face, Lord, do I seek.”” (Psalm 27:8, ESV)
When I was a kid I ran away from home for over a week. Well, I would come home at night and sometimes in the middle of the day if I got hungry, but I did run away. Every day I would get up, wrap a bandana around my head like a pirate and then load some snacks and whatnots into another bandana and tie it on a stick like a hobo. Then I would march out in to the woods. I was a hobo pirate living in the woods of Alabama. I only went about half a mile from home, but internally I was in another place, in another world. I was on an adventure. I was free.
The impulse to run away is universal. We long for a place to go to get away from it all.
Two weeks ago during my prayer time I began to focus God’s promise to be my rock, my fortress, my hiding place. I am an adult now; I can’t run away like I did as a child. But I have found a place to hide.
The Bible speaks of this hiding place as “being under the shadow of the Almighty.” I like that. The pressure screams out, the waves roar, and the God who is at peace speaks to me, “Don’t worry, I’ve got you covered.”
Even in the hardest, the darkest times, His presence sustains. There is a powerful scene in the movie “The Hiding Place”, where Corrie Ten Boom’s sister is about to die and she tells Corrie she must survive and tell others, “no matter how deep it is, He is deeper still.”
My first sermon, I was 16 years old, was titled, “The pause that refreshes.” I used the story of Samson in the temple of Dagon, his hands against the two pillars and he prayed for strength one last time (Judges 16). Broken and spent, betrayed, blinded, and beaten, Samson finds in prayer “a pause that refreshes.”
I shut out the noise and the pressure by going into my hiding place. And there I pray until I have the peace of God. This is what the old saints called “praying through.”
There is a lot of talk these days about people “coming out of the closet.” I for one think we Jesus Followers need to get back into the closet: to the place of divine exchange, where we exchange our weakness for His strength, our emptiness for His fullness, our barrenness for His fruitfulness, and our inability for His ability.
The promise remains, “Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.” (Matthew 11:28–30, ESV)
Pray though my friend. Pray until the peace of God floods your heart and mind. Hide under shadow of the Almighty because whatever is over your head is still under His feet. There is for you a secret place and a pause that refreshes.
“Numb. That is how I feel.” This is how I answer when questioned, “How do you feel when you see what has happened in Europe?”
Numb is how I feel when I read “In Europe: Travels Through the Twentieth Century” by Geert Mak, or “Dark Continent: Europe’s Twentieth Century” by Mark Mazower. Numb as I read “Bloodlands: Europe Between Hitler and Stalin” by Timothy Snyder. And these only scratch the surface. Let’s not forget “The Gulag Archipelago” by Aleksadr Solzhenitsyn, or “Night of Stone: Death and Memory in Twentieth Century Russia” by Catherine Merridale, or the host of others witnesses and records of the madness of the twentieth century.
Numb is how I felt in Dachau, in Auschwitz-Birkenau, in the remote Belarusian village whose inhabitants were corralled into a church and then the church was burned to the ground and now the village is a memorial. Numb as I read is in a Russian newspaper a government tell a protester, “Where in Russia can you find land that is not filled with innocent blood?”
The memories walk the grounds of Europe in the history books and memorials of what happens when our ideologies cause us to forget our humanity. It is a suffering I cannot imagine, let alone comprehend. How else would one feel after encountering unimaginable suffering?
Yet, I love Europe. She is beautiful, historic, culturally rich, and diverse. I see a beautiful face horribly scarred by ideological versions of small pox. The scars run deep, too deep for most to talk about. Numbness and silence are the only recourse for most.
How can I not feel numb? Can I absorb the suffering? Can I grasp the horror each city and village has faced? Can I for even one minute taste the fear and pain each family and individual on this continent faced in the last 100 years? I cannot. My only recourse is the human survival skill of numbness. If I don’t go numb I fear madness.
Numb. But not done. For I have Hope.
I have hope for Europe. Europe may appear to have given up on God, but God has not given up on Europe. I believe this Dark Continent will shine again with the light of the Gospel.
I see signs of the Church making a kingdom difference in Portugal, in Spain, in Germany, in Greece, in Albania, in Russia, in Ukraine, in Estonia, in Ireland, in the United Kingdom and in more places than I have room to name. My own eyes have seen the lives transformed by the Gospel of Grace. This Gospel has not lost its power nor has it lost its appeal, for as long as there are lives broken by sin, grace will always abound in abundance.
All throughout Europe I see the church rising up in the power of the Spirit and the Authority of the Word of God. Yes, the church has been hard pressed. Yes, the Christian faith has been marginalized. Yes, there are hundreds of reasons to give up. But there remains One stronger than all reasons. And He has not given up.
He has set a City on a Hill, a Light to the Nations in this Dark Continent: It is called the Church.
I celebrate that we now have over 300 Foursquare Churches spread throughout Europe. This is the dawning of a new day. Will you stand with me in faith, in hope, and in love that these 300 will become 600, and then these 600 will become 1,000 and these 1,000 will plant new churches in every nation, every city, and every village of Europe?
Pray for Europe. Pray for the pastors and missionaries who are faithfully laboring in one of the hardest mission fields in the world. These are amazing men and women with great faith. The harvest is ripe and the laborers are few. Therefore, pray to the Lord of the harvest to send out laborers.
Your giving makes our serving possible. Right now Debbie and I are working in multiple nations to see Foursquare Churches started. Local churches are our strategy. We believe spiritually vibrant and socially relevant churches are the only way to transform this continent. Your financial support helps make this possible. Thank you.
Through Sending and Sustaining missionaries on the field we have seen the Foursquare Church go from a single church with a global mission to a global church with a single mission: to make disciples of all the nations. We now have over 65,000 churches in over 130 nations.
The Dark Continent of Europe will once again shine as a beacon of the Gospel in this world. Christ shall reign forever and ever. The kingdoms of this world will become the kingdoms of our Lord and of His Christ.
“Hope. That is what I feel.” This is my answer to “When you see what has happened in Europe how do you feel?”
There shall be showers of blessing:
This is the promise of love;
There shall be seasons refreshing,
Sent from the Savior above.
Showers of blessing,
Showers of blessing we need:
Mercy drops round us are falling,
But for the showers we plead.
There shall be showers of blessing,
Precious reviving again;
Over the hills and the valleys,
Sound of abundance of rain.
Showers of blessing,
Showers of blessing we need:
Mercy drops round us are falling,
But for the showers we plead.
There shall be showers of blessing;
Send them upon us, O Lord;
Grant to us now a refreshing,
Come, and now honor Thy Word.
Showers of blessing,
Showers of blessing we need:
Mercy drops round us are falling,
But for the showers we plead.
There shall be showers of blessing:
Oh, that today they might fall,
Now as to God we’re confessing,
Now as on Jesus we call.
Showers of blessing,
Showers of blessing we need:
Mercy drops round us are falling,
But for the showers we plead.
There shall be showers of blessing,
If we but trust and obey;
There shall be seasons refreshing,
If we let God have His way.
A few days ago a dear friend of mine sent me the note below. I asked for their permission to post it here. They were kind enough to say yes. I know this person well. These are powerful lessons learned about life, love, and forgiveness along a hard path. I hope it helps you too. JR
I think a lot about forgiveness and God’s command that we forgive others. ( Matthew 6:14-15 NIV, For if you forgive men when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive men their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins.) Many times I have wondered how to completely let go of hurt. For years I claimed to have forgiven my dad for all of his shortcomings, however, in the back on my mind there was always the thought, “I forgive him, but I really wish things had been different.” Seeing someone have the kind of relationship with their dad that I always wanted always made me a little jealous. Fearing that I had not completely forgiven him, or that some bitterness may lie in my heart over it, I felt I needed to look at things from a different perspective. (Hebrews 12:15, “Watch out that no poisonous root of bitterness grows up to trouble you, corrupting many”) I have always believed that it is possible to find something good in everything, but in this instance, perhaps I had not fully applied that principle. After doing so, this is a very short list of some of my insights:
We were poor: It taught me to be a hard worker.
My dad was physically abusive to my mother: It taught me what kind of guy “not” to marry.
My mom felt trapped in a bad marriage with no money to leave: It taught me to develop my own income and to provide for myself.
My father was an alcoholic, got trashed, played guitar and sang out of tune: It taught me how not to act when I was drinking!!!!! – well at least not to play guitar. Seriously though, I do think of how important it is not to let alcohol control your life and ultimately destroy you.
And the list goes on. This simple act seemed to lift the resentment instantly. This led me to another Bible verse. Philippians 4:19 And my God will meet all your needs according to his glorious riches in Christ Jesus.
If I were to make a list of every need I wanted my dad to fill, like being my financial advisor for example (not that I have a need for that, but you get the point), I can name someone God has placed in my life to fill that very need. Not an individual, but several men, ranging from my husband, my brothers, friends and even a boss or two. Once the responsibility of my dad meeting my needs according to my vision of the way it was suppose to be was removed so was any resentment towards him for not doing so. It also opened my heart to see him with more empathy and to understand he did the best he could with what he was given. I hurt more for him now that I ever did. I wish he could have realized his full potential and successfully battled the demons that eventually destroyed him.
I hope I can take what I learned here and apply it in other areas of my life. We live in a fallen world and therefore, people will always hurt you. I just need to remember to “Let Go and Let God.”
Debbie and I serve as the FMI Global Associate Director for MENACA and Europe. We focus on cultivating disciples, leaders, and church planting movements.
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