Yesterday, I pegged a bottle of sparkling water at my shopping cart. I lost it. After battling the running-of-the-bulls (aka. mothers at Target) pushing to grab glue, paper and alcohol (aka. hand sanitizer), I lost it. After standing in a 7-person deep line, making it to the front, only to be informed the lane was close, I lost it. After seeing said-cashier, roam around aimlessly with nothing to do, I lost it. After dealing with two toddlers who were sleep and food-deprived screaming gymnasts in my cart, I lost it. After contrapting them safe into their car seats, only to find a security device still wrapped around my sons newly-purchased USB headphones, I lost it. After opening the trunk and being pegged by bags and bottles of water that wouldn't stop rolling down the parking lot. I. REALLY. Lost. It.
I. Threw. Things.
I tried to ruin a cart with canned water.
Today, it happened again. The moving truck said he'll be late - by 2 days. 48 hours of whoops-we-scheduled-you-wrong. How does that happen?
I banged my head. I caught a cold. I blasted people. Was it their fault? It didn't matter.
I was at my wits end. Wits end is the place where you are convinced your life could end if you continue on this warpath.
1.) Everyone is enemy.
2.) Peace is as lost as your once-rational mind.
3.) Anguish, anger and annoyance beat up inanimate and intimate object alike.
After you act bad enough, you say,
"Why am I losing it? I'm supposed to be Christian,
not a woman of demolition!"
There were about 10 instigators that got me to this point. People who knew the wrong word to speak, arguments that bubbled, fears that seemed as prevalent as Zika mosquitos. I hadn't been bitten but was already dying.
I wonder what Jesus thinks of me when I lose it?
I know God says be slow to anger. Ja. 1:19
I know God says anger lands in the laps of fools. Ec. 7:9
I know God says to rid yourself of anger. Col. 3:8
But, I also know, Jesus didn't die to demand absolute perfection,
but to cover ever-abounding weakness (with his perfection).
In Jesus' time, there were perfect-looking ones.
Take a look at how Jesus talked to these types: "Woe to you, teachers of the law and Pharisees, you hypocrites! You are like whitewashed tombs, which look beautiful on the outside but on the inside are full of the bones of the dead and everything unclean." Mt. 23:27
I suppose, what is comforting is - even in the heat of my 100-mile an hour, metal pitch - I didn't look like a "whitewashed tomb" beautiful on the outside. Rather, I looked different: Ugly on the outside, wanting to be alive and clean on the inside.
While we judge ourselves on outward actions,
God is far more concerned about inner intentions.
Sometimes, better is a purely wrecked heart before God,
than a white-washed tomb before man.
Sometimes, better is a crazed woman rapidly-approaching God,
than one hiding behind doilies, daisies or drugs.
Sometimes, better is an unleashed moment,
if it brings long-needed cathartic repentance before the King.
Let me tell you, Jesus can handle your worst moment, tantrum, fight or foible.
It is not too much for him.
He won't disown you.
He won't back out.
We think that Jesus can't handle us, yet he handled the most deadly carcinogen, called sin, on the cross. He handled whips on his side. He handled insults and spit, vile and vitriol. He handled all that.
Can't Jesus handle a LaCroix Passion Fruit flavored
can hurled at a red cart?
I think he can.
He can handle Kelly-unleashed, untamed and unruly. He can handle you too.
I guess, looking back, rather than throwing bullets at plastic, I could have thrown my head right onto the steering wheel, shut down the cries a seat behind me - and just cried too. I could have called out. I could have pleaded to feel His love. I could have let Him know - I feel crazy. I could have breathed deep. I could have given myself an encouraging word, a word that says, "This is hard Kelly. There is a lot going on. Extend yourself the patience and grace that God would." I could have heard the voice of Jesus.
Today, though, I look back and remind myself, God doesn't tally up the ways I defect from His Christian fan club. He doesn't cast me to the long-line in order to reach His throne. He doesn't demote me. He doesn't despise me.
His plans are to uprise me.
More and more, I am seeing, I must come undone, so I can be redone in Christ's image. When I get beyond my mind, I find his.
Sometimes, it takes losing it to find Him. Surely, it is not the best path to God, but sometimes, it is the path that makes you realize - that control you thought you owned? Well, you never even purchased to begin with. He did, when he died on the cross. With this, you find yourself on your knees, in a low stance, that almost always raises you high - directly into new hope.
Something works, even when you feel everything about you doesn't.
I love Annie's all-chocolate graham cracker bunnies and only the all-chocolate graham cracker bunnies.
At this point, you are probably asking 2 questions:
So, sometimes, with these all-chocolate graham bunnies, they run out of stock (probably because they are so amazing). Then I have to settle for the mixed bag - with vanilla and chocolate chips. I try to pick out my favorites. But, my all-time fave bunnies, well, they don't taste the same- the other flavors rub off on them.
Almost every time, after I do that, I vow not to buy that mixed bag again. But, yesterday, I did. My sugar craving won over bad memories.
When I sat down with the bag at home, I considered...
What if I saw things differently?
What if rather than expecting that these bunnies taste exactly as planned,
I expect a different plan,
but not an all-together bad plan?
What if rather than pushing my demands,
I open myself up to delight in these bunnies as they are - in a new way?
I can accept:
They won't be as flavorful as before, but different.
They won't crunch exactly the same, but different.
They won't be my all-chocolate bunnies; but different.
I crunched, munched and considered them a whole bunch...and by golly, I liked them. I really liked them. I do like green egg and ham, or rather the vanilla-coated chocolate bunnies in my hand.
If I failed to consider them from a new angle,
I would have failed to grasp the joy present in the moment.
How might you need to see things from a new angle?
What might God be prompting you to let go of - so you can grab hold of - a new view?
Times change. People move on. Days look different. Life evolves, turns and seasons change. And what I find can be the hardest thing to contend with are good times, gone. Good memories, lost. Good laughs, evaporated.
What is it you are still grasping for - that is long gone?
Might you consider a new angle?
Perhaps what is good is gone, because what is great - is coming.
Have you considered that?
See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?
I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland. Is. 43:19
When we look at a job as dead-end, we miss the little path God has jutting out to a new opportunity. When we see a marriage as failed, we miss the rail that leans us onto God's great love. When we see finances as doomed, we miss the door God wants to open to save us. When we see our anxiety as endless, we miss the small prompting of new life God calls us to. When we see life only as overwhelming, we miss the wind of God directing us where to go.
What are you missing?
Maybe something has taken new form because God wants your heart to take new form.
We are being transformed into his image with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit. 2 Cor. 3:18
Next time something seems lost, paused or different than expected, ask yourself these three things:
Friends, I know it is hard. I hate it too. I stomp my feet, I chide change and I turn my back on things outside of comfortable. But, I am going to assure you - and me - we are not sitting with a mixed bag of blah. What we are sitting with is a bag of blessings. God is moving us into spiritual progress, greater spiritual blessings. There is fullness God so desires we enjoy.
I've been praying lately, to be rid of this flesh-eating bacteria. I know, trust me, I know, it sounds weird. And, I guess you wouldn't even call it a "flesh-eating bacteria," because it is more like "soul-eating bacteria." Or maybe a "peace-eating bacteria". A "night-time sleep-ruining bacteria.
It chases at my heels telling me I should settle tomorrow's emotions rather than claiming right now's peace. You too?
It smothers hope; making you desire fix-it dope to feel better.
It exchanges the peace of God for fear of _____.
It stunts the muscles God plans to grow during trials.
It debilitates peace.
It corrodes holy.
It eats joy, causing doubt.
This is why I pray so often, "God, I don't want to worry. I don't want to continuously think about people or problems one day longer."
Because these things blind me.
..Some people brought a blind man and begged Jesus to touch him. He took the blind man by the hand and led him outside the village. When he had spit on the man’s eyes and put his hands on him, Jesus asked, “Do you see anything?” Mark 8:22-23
Do you see anything when you worry?
Where does worry incline your eyes?
He looked up and said, “I see people; they look like trees walking around.” Mark 8:24
People like trees? Jesus, the miracle-maker, the Prince of Peace, the great physician left this man seeing - trees? Did the greatest healer - fail? What kind of jacked-up miracle was this?
Let's consider this deeper...
When the blind man opened his eyes, following Jesus' touch, "He looked up and said, 'I see people.'"
Notice: The blind man did not focus on the Man with Power, but the people with none.
The very God before him - he did not see.
But, he what did see was - his issue.
Where do your eyes head 10-minutes after you get with God?
To people? Problems? Predicaments?
Sometimes our focus prevents us from seeing - and receiving - God's greatest work. Like a stray lover, we look at everyone but our first love; we miss his best intentions towards us. We can't see, because we are too busy looking elsewhere. We become infected with the virus of looking-at-man, looking-at-issues or looking-at-distractions. We partially see God, but we mostly do not.
If we focus on people over the person of Jesus, we'll never see progress. But, if we focus on the person of Jesus, before the face of our problems, we will face peace.
1. Wake and seek Jesus as our first thought, our day often is established.
2. Pray and expect God to answer, we get excited to see.
3. Look in order to find God we, many times, do.
4. Ask to see the Lord's handiwork it becomes more obvious.
5. Hope and request to feel his love, it circles.
6. When we believe that God can do the unthinkable, we perceive God can do the unthinkable.
Once more Jesus put his hands on the man’s eyes. Then his eyes were opened, his sight was restored, and he saw everything clearly. Mark 8:25
I don't believe this man could see because hands were - on his eyes,
but because Jesus was entirely - in his eyes.
When he opened his eyes, the second time, unlike the first time, he didn't see problem people, but Jesus, all Jesus, the full-force of Jesus in power and glory, standing right before him. You simply cannot come face-to-face with Jesus - you simply cannot let him into your heart - without something miraculous happening.
This man? With the radiant power of Jesus before him, all he could do - was see. For, Jesus, the man known to have eyes like torches (Dan. 10:5-6) opened his vision to a whole new path. A path to recovery.
He saw everything clearly. Mark 8:25