Sunday Sentiments

 

            This has not been an easy weekend. We woke up Friday morning to find our refrigerator making funny sounds. We hoped it was just the ice maker, but it wasn’t. The whole fridge was out. The good news was that it was still under warranty and that we have a spare refrigerator/freezer that lives in the garage, so we weren’t in danger of losing our food. I put it all in the laundry basket and hauled it out to the working refrigerator, and while it wasn’t the easiest thing in the world to run in and out of the house every time we needed something little, we recognized the gift of the spare.

            I made a rookie mistake at work, which is to be expected, because I am still a rookie. It impacted my own day more than anyone else’s, but it still frustrated me.

            We went on a date and the restaurant was so hot that both of us came away feeling less than ideal. (We weren’t sick, but it wasn’t the best feeling in the world.

            I had a dream that I double booked myself for the conference I’m speaking at later this month. (And it was a very real dream. I woke up sweating.)

            On and on it went – little digs here and there that aren’t significant in the grand scheme of life, but when they pile up in a short time, they leave you feeling pretty defeated.

            I sat on the living room floor last night, crying and praying, and as I did so, I asked God to help me remember that He’s got this. I asked Him to help me reframe so I could see the situation as He sees it.

            We had company yesterday afternoon, and in a random passing conversation, one of them asked me about the wall art that hangs in my bathroom. It’s a painting that says, “Be still, and know that I am God.” It was a gift from a women’s retreat where I served a few years ago, and I love it. As I sat in the living room, just hours after that conversation, I remembered the verse and the reminder I’ve written about multiple times – Before you can know that He is God, you must first be Still.

            I sat with my palms face up and tried to remember that God can be trusted – always.

            I’m so thankful for the way God puts us in conversations that, if we pay attention, give us what we need for things ahead we don’t even know we’ll need. I’m thankful He was so patient with me this weekend when I wasn’t at my best. He’s so good!