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Stress

Stress Defined:
1 pressure or tension exerted on a material object : the distribution of stress is uniform across the bar.
• the degree of this measured in units of force per unit area.
2 a state of mental or emotional strain or tension resulting from adverse or very demanding circumstances : he's obviously under a lot of stress | [in combination ] stress-related illnesses.
• something that causes such a state : the stresses and strains of public life.
Stress Contained:
There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love.
I can do everything through him who gives me strength. Phil. 4:3
but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint. Is. 40:31

Stress is not evil but it needs contained.   Stress can cause us to turn back to rely on God.  Stress can build our persistence muscle and build strength for endurance.  Stress brings awful things to the surface so that we can deal with it and scim it off.  I find that I can't put off dealing with those issues bubbling beneath the surface.  It can be the force to begin those discussions and face reality.

The problem with stress is the impulsive reaction to it.  Last night I blew up at my husband instead of thinking things through and just having a conversation.  I tend to amplify stress.  I turn it up instead of tuning it!

I am responsible for dealing with stress in a way that glorifies God.  Do I?  Once in a while.  To contain our stress in the truth and reality of God's Word and in His plan and His love!

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