There are times in life when we just don’t feel like it. ‘It’ can be anything from doing laundry to praying to smiling to going to work. We simply don’t want to. Sometimes we push through those feelings and do what we have to do anyway and other times we do nothing. If there was ever a time ‘I didn’t feel like it,’ it was a few weeks ago. My mind said, ‘go ahead’ and my body said, ‘naw, you good.’
In the past month, I’ve managed to hear about six people dying (celebrities not included), many of whom I’ve had personal interactions with on some level or another. Those who know me, know I don’t take death very well (yea I know the saints shouldn’t be stricken with grief and all that but He’s still working on me in that area), so at any moment I really could have shut down. Add on top of that a headache that had been present for a week and at times was debilitating (my younger sister had to stop in mid sentence several times until I pulled myself together to listen to her), along with annoying allergies/sinuses.
It would make perfect sense to go to work, come home and go to bed, but my church was having a week long revival. My sister and I had made up in our minds we were going every night and every night, I didn’t feel like going. I was emotionally drained and my body was exhausted, but every night, I went. Every night I would shout ‘hallelujah’ or ‘thank you Jesus,’ and my headache would intensify but I would shout it anyway. Every night we would go down to pray, and I didn’t really feel like talking to God, but I did it anyway. I didn’t necessarily get up feeling better but I knew what I was experiencing wasn’t going to be forever.
Every night I went to church, every night I got down on my knees and prayed, the devil lost. I know he thought because I was physically and emotionally tired, I wouldn’t be faithful to what I said (go to the revival every night), especially after the days went on and I didn’t feel any better. But after that first night of the revival, I realized it wasn’t about how I felt, it was about what I knew. I know God still sits on the throne (Psm. 47:8). I know trouble doesn’t last always (2 Cor. 4:17). I know weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning (Psm. 30:5). I know the devil is a liar and my God can’t lie (John 8:44; Num. 23:19). There are too many things I’m depending on God to do to allow my ever fleeting emotions and mortal body to control my faithfulness to Him. Time and time again, He’s showed up for me and just because I don’t feel like it, doesn’t mean He’s not worthy.
So even when you don’t feel like it and everything in you is giving you a reason not to, do it anyway. Worship God anyway. Praise God anyway. Go to church anyway. Pray anyway. Remind the devil, that despite how you may presently feel and the lies he may tell you (why would you serve a God who won’t heal you, if God loves you so much why won’t He make you happy), you’ll always have the last laugh because your Father in heaven has the last say and all things will work together for your good (Rom. 8:28).