WANT A LITTLE CHEESE WITH YOUR WHINE?
How often do we muck through the daily grind on Auto-Pilot? Life is full of change, but there are times when the sands of time seem to detour around us. Sometimes the pause button is hit during seemingly the worst of times.
Monday: You go to the mailbox to pull out nothing but bills. The electric bill is past due
Tuesday: The kids bring home list after list of supplies needed and they tell you they at a cheese sandwich for lunch today because they had no money on their lunch account.
Wednesday: The baby wakes up at 3am only to throw up for the next 4 hours until you have to wake the rest of the family up AND call into work yourself that day.
Thursday: Baby still sick, the bags under your eyes make people at Walmart think you should go to a Battered Women's Shelter, and you've screamed and grounded your daughter for leaving the top off the toothpaste. By this time, you've lost almost all sense of reality.
Friday: Your husband has tried to stay supportive but at this point, everyone is just trying to stay out of your way. Is there a light at the end of the tunnel? It is payday after all. The baby is a little better so you don't have to spend that $20 on a copay for them to tell you it's viral and there's nothing they can do and you can finally go to the grocery store so the kids can eat more than PB&J sandwiches for lunch and dinner.
Saturday: The weekend is finally here but it storms all day so the kids are stuck inside to whine about being bored but you don't have the energy to even pull the boredom box out of the closet and sit down for a game that would require to much thought.
Sunday: You hit the snooze button a total of three times before crawling out of bed. Your inner voice tells you to go back to bed. It's finally quiet in the house. It will be okay to miss church just this once. At that very moment, you see your son coming down the stairs fully dressed and asking for breakfast. So off to church you go.
But something happens once you get there.
You drudge through the doors with your droopy eyes not making contact with anyone and your smile left in the car. You settle the kids in their respective areas and hurry to get Starbucks coffee before slipping into the the auditorium.
As the worship team starts into the first song, your hands can barely push themselves together. By the third song, you're starting to injest the words and your mood is slowly lifting.
The Offering plate comes around and you give. You think about the electric bill, but you made a promise to yourself.
The Pastor is starting a new series this week and the topic for today: Whine and Worry.
"Matthew 6:25 says Don't worry about everyday life because if you do, you will start to focus on the wrong things." he says.
Was he just looking at me? I swear I just saw him glance at me....
He continues by saying, "If you keep your eye on the BIG picture, everyday life will just happen. It will just fall into place without you knowing it."
Okay, now I know he has hidden camera's in my house. Fo' Sho....
By the end of the sermon, you have forgotten the electric bill, you are looking forward to tackling the laundry when you get home, and you can't wait to find your daughter so you can hug her and tell her you are sorry for yelling over stupid toothpaste.
God has been waiting patiently at your door this whole time. He hasn't left, but only waited for you to take your life off Auto-Pilot and remember the Answers were ALWAYS there. As you look back over the previous week, you think about how many others live day after day, week after week in the same Whiney state. Mountains are made out of mole hills. They always have the Worst problems of anyone. They love playing the victim.
It makes you realize that the electric bill falling behind is a minor glitch in the big scheme of things. The baby getting sick was maybe God's way to tell you to slow down. Take a day off. Spend the day rocking and whispering lullaby's into that sweet baby's ear. He's only small for a short time. Take more time to use moments as teaching experiments instead of testing your vocal range. And by the way, kids Love PB&J sandwiches....
So as you're driving home with a renewed spirit ready to tackle the upcoming week ahead, the sound of your children laughing in the back seat doesn't rake on your nerves because you've forgotten how tired and impatient you were before.
The sound of their laughter reminds you of just how good you have it. You have healthy happy kids, a husband who isn't perfect but halfway plugged in most of the time, and the ability to know how to stop and re-evaluate every now and again.