Thursday, May 3, 2018

Banging My Head On The Floor

May 3, 2018

Hey y'all, it's me.

In the interest of full disclosure, I want to let y'all know that my life does not always go well, and I do not always react to circumstances with an amused smile and a "Oh well, God has a plan" attitude.

Nope, some days (this morning) I have the urge to yell, argue, feel sorry for myself because life isn't fair, and just blame every one around me--especially that Redneck, cause, well, isn't it ALWAYS his fault when things don't go my way?

(mumbling) maybe...but probably not...

Oh yes, then here comes all the little frustrations that I deal with daily--dogs and cats, horses, chores in the rain, what the heck am I going to make for lunch, having to run the air conditioner because the rain prevents me from having the windows open, severe weather warnings, my son developing an attitude over something, the kitchen fridge making a weird noise in the middle of the night (at least that was a minor issue--easily fixed), disagreeing with the Redneck over how to spend our Saturday, and just a bunch more little piddly things that are piling up on me, and you have the potential for me to just

BLOW UP!

{{eyes closed, breathing deeply}}

However, I know that blowing up will do absolutely nothing to fix the situation. In fact, it can make it a lot worse. The Redneck and I have argued since the day we met, over 21 years ago (I think my first words to him were, "Dang boy, your family tree don't fork!"), and it's sort of a game to us, a way to blow off steam using humor and movie quotations. But real arguments are few, and I would like to keep it that way, simply because I prefer peace to war (unless we are playing chess--then I will go for the throat every time).

So what do I do? Proverbs 3:6 says; 

"In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make straight your paths."

Looks like I'm back to the "God has a plan" thing. When I am going through all this mess, my best course of action is to trust God, and glorify Him, no matter how bad I want to curl into a ball, whine  and cry. I need to acknowledge that HE is in charge, not me, and that things will happen in HIS timing, and it will be better than anything that I could pull out of my tattered hat. 

Matthew 11:28-29 says;

“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”

This is an invitation to rest in Jesus, to allow Him to take our burdens and give us peace of mind, freedom from the frustration and anxiety that comes when we try to handle it all ourselves. I have a lot of trouble with this, because I was always taught to handle everything myself, don't depend on others, and so on. The thought of sharing my burdens with Him often seems like I'm failing, that I shouldn't have to bother Him with my petty troubles. Wow, pride much?

I bet you're all thinking what can be so bad that she is so upset over it? I'll tell you. 

A friend is moving, and I can have her old sofa and love seat, but we can't find anyone to help us move it on the days that are available.

That's it. 

Silly huh?

But before I wrote this post I was a wreck about it. I was losing my 'stuff' over furniture. I wanted to yell at my beloved Redneck over something so small, to destroy the peace in our home because I wasn't getting my way. I allowed that to give a negative view to other things that I deal with daily, making normal issues into something bigger. 

When I began to research Bible verses for this post, I began to see the situation more realistically. Sure, I may not get the sofa and love seat, but I don't have any now, so I won't be any worse off. Heck, maybe there's a better set out there, waiting for me to get the call to pick it up.

Or maybe, just maybe, life is more than furniture, and my relationship with God and my family is a lot more important than getting my own way.

Well, I got chores. Later y'all.
© Evelyn Edgett 2018

2 comments:

  1. HUb's and I fight like cats a dogs sometimes, but we usually end with humor.

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    1. My mother in law once tried scolding us for it. I just told her it wasn't fighting, it was foreplay. She doesn't say anything anymore....;)

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