When it Rains, it Torrents

Standing in the kitchen before bed, I eyed my iPhone calendar
wearily…the next day was going to be a doozy. Our schedule was packed, and as
someone who purposely tries to under-schedule
my life in order to avoid ugly crash and burn episodes, I filled with dread.
Despite my best micro-managerial efforts, practically a week’s worth of
busyness had converged onto a solitary day. I felt a perfect storm coming on…
Reasoning that my only hope was to get a great night’s
sleep, I carefully calculated what time I should rise to get 8.5 hours of
blissful slumber before the day-from-down-under commenced. THEN, surely I would
be prepared for the busyness ahead.
The next morning I was awoken at 5:30 (exactly one hour before
my scheduled wakeup time) by my husband loudly showering. Groaning, I covered
my head with his pillow. Minutes later, I was disturbed once again by his body
shaking the bed as he pulled on his socks.
I felt seeds of bitterness taking root in my heart,
springing up like unwanted weeds, and souring my disposition. I automatically
went to accusatory thoughts about how inconsiderate he was.  And so, my cranky self shot up in bed and let
him have it. As he (quietly) left the room, I remembered there would be no
steaming latte awaiting me as usual this morning, because Mr. Inconsiderate had
to leave for work early, and he was the only one who knew how to operate that
blasted Italian machine! I was doomed!
Finally I rose to let the day take me on, and after being
greeted by the small brown “gift” one our Westies had left me in our closet, I
descended the stairs into a ruckus of complaining, arguing children swarming in
my non-delicious-coffee-aroma-filled kitchen, nonetheless. Deflation.
Immediately upon spotting me, my daughter flashed a grotesquely swollen,
bee-stung finger in front of my face, which quickly became our ticket to the
pediatrician’s office. Further deflation. This snowball of a day had rapidly
begun gaining momentum, and it was only 7 am. Ugh. Lord, I thought, Can’t You
just fast-forward this day to, say, 8 pm, when the children are in bed? PLEASE?
Once I finally landed on the treadmill at the gym (after
smashing my forehead into my desk, cramming a doctor’s appointment into our
schedule sideways, and hauling my kids late to Vacation Bible School, all while
severely under-caffeinated), I figured I needed me some Jesus. STAT. So
bypassing the TV in front of my face, I plugged into my playlist.
As I ran, my finger alighted upon the gem that would become
my day-changer. I must have pressed repeat 10 times, as the Lord filled my
haggard heart to overflowing with Aaron Schust’s song, “My Hope is in You”.
As Psalm 25:5 washed over my soul, I remembered where my
hope came from: not from an adequate number of sleep hours. Not from my
favorite morning beverage. Not from a calm, carefully crafted schedule. It came
from above, from the One who never changes; the One who never leaves me; the
One who truly knows what is best for me, even when I am entirely convinced that
my “perfectly” laid plans are the
way, the truth, and the life. How very deceived we are when we place our hope
in that which is not eternal!
Oh, it was a day that will go down in the family annals…that
night, I reveled in the comedy of errors which transpired in those harried 14
hours: heaped atop a frenzied slew of events that left us gasping for air, were
a series of “lowlights”, including an orthodontic appointment gone awry
(complete with an all-office search for my vaporized paperwork), dumping my
entire dinner salad upside down in the car, and surviving the entire day with a
dead cell phone with no charger in sight, all the while feeling (and smelling)
like a swamp monster, on that showerless, steamy summer day.
But, I came out the other side laughing at the hilarity of
it all, albeit exhaustedly. And laughter is good for the soul. Come to think of
it, so is being humbly reduced to a swamp monster before my Creator, for the
sake of a much-needed attitudinal realignment!
Thank You, Lord, for
the problems and busyness tumbling about me, because it all makes me rely more
fully on YOU. Amen.
Come to the River…
“Guide me in your truth and teach me, for you are God my
Savior, and my hope is in you all day long.” Psalm 25:5 (NIV)
“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.” Isaiah 40:31 (NIV)
“She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at
the days to come.” Proverbs 31:25 (NIV)
Where do you run first on “one of those days”? To call a
friend for a venting session? To the freezer or pantry for a soothing treat? Or
do you seek first the only One who
can supply you with the peace you so desperately need?

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