Oh, Aunt Dilly! You make me so mad! I made my decision. Now you’re needling me -Stop talking to me! Be quiet, for Heavens sake!
Do you have an Aunt Dilly? Don’t start searching your family tree. Aunt Dilly is the still, small voice in the back of your head which makes you doubt your decisions.
I’ve been struggling with her all my life.
I think the devil uses Aunt Dilly. After all, he’s the master of a lot of “D” words, like doubt, distraction, despair and, you guessed it, dillydally. YIKES!
I’ve decided to go one way. Aunt Dilly is attacking me big time.
You know what’s really unfair? No matter what I decide, Aunt Dilly will try to convince me it’s the wrong decision. SIGH! KNOCK IT OFF!
In the midst of my argument with Aunt Dilly, I remember who to run to. I run to my Father, Heavenly Father, that is.
God reminds me of that terrific verse I’m trying to memorize:
We demolish arguments and every pretension
that sets itself up against the knowledge of God,
and we take captive every thought
to make it obedient to Christ.
–2 Corin 10:5
My checklist to deal with Aunt Dilly:
____Recognize Aunt Dilly. You know who you are dealing with. Name your voice!
____Don’t argue with Aunt Dilly. She won’t let you win. Why waste the effort? Go ahead – tell her she’s right, but you are going to do it anyway.
____Run to your Father and ask HIM – What are YOUR thoughts on this?
Life is all about decisions. I’m not going to get every one right, but, if I stay close to God, He’ll get me through.
Also, if I manage to stick my nose into the Bible, I’m bound to read about people who made wrong decisions…and God used them anyway.
Bottom line: God can help me get through the things Aunt Dilly and I argue about. He can use me, even if I make mistakes.
God stands beside me whispering in my ear, “Does your heart belong to me?”
“Yes God, you betcha ! I love you.”
“Let it go,” God whispers, patting my shoulders in the tender way that comforts me when I’m all alone. “I can work all things for good.”
Aunt Dilly – I know you’re coming back. You like to meddle. Next time I struggle with you, I’m gonna get my Father involved. He knows what’s best for me. Not you!