Big Girls Don't Cry... But Sometimes They Do.
A few of my close friends and I have started a Bible study and it was much needed. We started it last year when we all agreed that we were missing something in life. We ended up taking a break over the summer, but just recently we picked it back up and started doing a study called "one thousand gifts" by Ann Voskamp. (I would definitely recommend it as a study!) So tonight was our designated meeting time for our study and it really opened my eyes to a situation that happened just last night and I thought I would share with you.
So over the last few days, I've been working some long hours at work. We have an event slowly approaching and I've been doing my best to plan accordingly, make fliers, and still do my every day job. On top of that, Justin and I have been working really hard to make our house a home, keep it clean, and do normal house chores. But on top of that, I've been coming home from these long hours at work and cooking meals for us to eat the next day. Exhausting right? Well apparently... I didn't think so because I've been doing these things with a smile on my face and just pushing through it all with joy. I thought I was doing a great job. Key word there reader, thought...
So here I am, its about 11:00 p.m. I have finished my cooking session for the night. Warm barbecue chicken and macaroni sit in freshly cleaned Tupperware containers chilling in the fridge, and I feel like I have one more burst of energy to do a little cleaning before bed, even though I have an early morning ahead of me. No big deal, right? Wrong.
So as I start to clean up, I decide first and foremost I have to empty the trash because my trash can is overflowing with accumulated garbage. I pull on the strings of the trash bag... no budge. I grab the bag with bare hands and pull a little harder... no budge. I grab the strings again, pulling the trashcan up with me and I start shaking the entire trashcan frantically to get the bag to release... and with no rhyme or reason, I completely lose grip of the bag. The trashcan with all its entirety falls smack on my big toe. Ow! :(
I fell on the floor immediately ( I know a little dramatic, right?) Well, at first, yes... it really hurt my toe. But then I felt this overwhelming sensation to cry. And not just a little light weeping. I am talking about full on wailing; tears streaming down my face, trying to breath between the sobs. A small insignificant task lead to an injury with a disastrous fall. But why?
I didn't realize what was really going on until tonight at our Bible study. Our study is focusing in on giving thanks to God at ALL times. Sometimes I think we get so caught up in life that we forget to actually live for God. We forget to take the time to thank God for all that he has done for us. We become so caught up in the world that we forget who made the world. That moment when I dropped the trashcan on my toe did not happen because God wanted to hurt me, but He did want me to stop what I was doing for a minute and do what He wanted me to do. He knew I needed rest. He knew I needed to slow down. He knew I needed to give thanks.
Do you know what I give thanks for? I give thanks that when I dropped that trashcan, my husband was there crawling on the floor to wrap his loving arms around me. Hug me, wipe my tears from my eyes, make sure I was okay, and finally to make me rest. Justin immediately told me I was forbidden from the kitchen and needed to rest. Thank you God for all of my many blessings and for letting me finish dinner first!
So over the last few days, I've been working some long hours at work. We have an event slowly approaching and I've been doing my best to plan accordingly, make fliers, and still do my every day job. On top of that, Justin and I have been working really hard to make our house a home, keep it clean, and do normal house chores. But on top of that, I've been coming home from these long hours at work and cooking meals for us to eat the next day. Exhausting right? Well apparently... I didn't think so because I've been doing these things with a smile on my face and just pushing through it all with joy. I thought I was doing a great job. Key word there reader, thought...
So here I am, its about 11:00 p.m. I have finished my cooking session for the night. Warm barbecue chicken and macaroni sit in freshly cleaned Tupperware containers chilling in the fridge, and I feel like I have one more burst of energy to do a little cleaning before bed, even though I have an early morning ahead of me. No big deal, right? Wrong.
So as I start to clean up, I decide first and foremost I have to empty the trash because my trash can is overflowing with accumulated garbage. I pull on the strings of the trash bag... no budge. I grab the bag with bare hands and pull a little harder... no budge. I grab the strings again, pulling the trashcan up with me and I start shaking the entire trashcan frantically to get the bag to release... and with no rhyme or reason, I completely lose grip of the bag. The trashcan with all its entirety falls smack on my big toe. Ow! :(
I fell on the floor immediately ( I know a little dramatic, right?) Well, at first, yes... it really hurt my toe. But then I felt this overwhelming sensation to cry. And not just a little light weeping. I am talking about full on wailing; tears streaming down my face, trying to breath between the sobs. A small insignificant task lead to an injury with a disastrous fall. But why?
I didn't realize what was really going on until tonight at our Bible study. Our study is focusing in on giving thanks to God at ALL times. Sometimes I think we get so caught up in life that we forget to actually live for God. We forget to take the time to thank God for all that he has done for us. We become so caught up in the world that we forget who made the world. That moment when I dropped the trashcan on my toe did not happen because God wanted to hurt me, but He did want me to stop what I was doing for a minute and do what He wanted me to do. He knew I needed rest. He knew I needed to slow down. He knew I needed to give thanks.
Do you know what I give thanks for? I give thanks that when I dropped that trashcan, my husband was there crawling on the floor to wrap his loving arms around me. Hug me, wipe my tears from my eyes, make sure I was okay, and finally to make me rest. Justin immediately told me I was forbidden from the kitchen and needed to rest. Thank you God for all of my many blessings and for letting me finish dinner first!
Inspiration:
Psalm 46:10
"Be still, and know that I am God;
I will be exalted among the nations,
I will be exalted in the earth!"
I will be exalted among the nations,
I will be exalted in the earth!"