Have you ever had one of those BAD days? You know…those days you spell “baaaaad”? One of those days where nothing seems to go right…not the little things, not the really important things. Yep, that in a nutshell was my Friday.
Josh woke me up right before my 6:45AM alarm, his unofficial daily duty. I literally fall out of the bed (no fear, we have carpet now) but literally sent Josh running for cover. A few seconds later I heard him whisper, “Sheeesh, all I wanted was my pop tart!” My jeans were too big (a new issue for me), my shirt too wrinkled and my socks didn't match…and by then I didn't care! Caden managed to pee through his outfits twice before leaving the house and I even left the original lunch I made for Caden at home. Got to the office and didn't manage to get much done. I wasn't feeling well…still exhausted and I just had a lack of focus. Though I do believe Sunday is ready to roll. Get to my doctors appointment and I'm told absolutely no improvement. There was no plan B. There is ALWAYS a plan B! Why not this time? You mean I went through the roughest side effects to date for…NOTHING? They don't have another plan? I wait until Tuesday for any answers?
My reaction was simple. I'll go grocery shopping to burn off my frustration. I believe I was in the pickle aisle when I started feeling massive leg pain, stomach queasiness and chills (fever was back). SERIOUSLY??!! I rush through the checkout and I know the cashier overcharged me for a few items…but I didn't care, I needed out! Pushing my cart outside and I'm greeted by sprinkles of rain. I can beat the storm…I gain as much speed as humanly possible and literally, as soon as I see the van in sight, it starts to pour! SERIOUSLY??!!
I get to the back of the van, now drenched, queazy, shaking, thinking I'm about to fall over…and I start muttering (and I know there are others of you out there that do this too…I'm not alone in this!!! Admit it!!). I remember grabbing the drenched, soggy bag of cereal boxes going, “God, seriously? Stop it already!”
Right then, a man came splashing past me to his truck, with the windows left rolled down and a brand new leather sofa in the back (the sticker still on it too!). I admit it…I know I'm completely shallow here…but…I….smiled. Not that this man was going through havoc too, but that I heard him having a different type of conversation…it contained the word God, along with other words…and I thought, “Okay God, well played…well played!” I was SO caught-up in my little world, I failed to look around and take notice that other people weren't exactly having a great Friday either.
Yet…I spent my day, like I do most days…in a constant conversation with God (no…not verbal in most cases…Sheeesh…that would make me look weird!). Those of us that label ourselves as His often distinguish ourselves by our ongoing relationship with God…right? Yet, do we really let that change our “baaaad” days too? The entire day, I pictured myself as approaching my Father going, “It's not fair! I don't feel good! My kids are making me insane! I'm tired of these dumb doctors! I'm cold! I'm wet! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?” Ugh….and tonight while I'm folding laundry I heard, “Mommy I'm tired. I want a drink. Are you done yet? You don't really love me. Why aren't you listening to me?!”
Flashback….I'm sitting in my van, drenched, just completing a phone call with a good friend, realizing groceries need put away…NOW. Then I realize something…I'm smiling. I blame it on the guy and his truck…but I was smiling. Then it hit me…why should I let other people and circumstances determine MY day? Yea, I had a rough day and my whining has a right to continue as much as the next persons…but that doesn't exactly get me anywhere. My kids can whine and complain, but eventually they realize that doesn't get them anywhere either. So, enjoy what God has given you.
At that moment, sitting outside of our new house, God had given me rain and a full load of groceries…and a full garage. So, I did what any insane person would do after a day like mine…I left my phone in the van, took my hat off, tucked my hearing-aid in a dry place and unloaded groceries from the van to the front door. After a few trips, I KID YOU NOT…the rain got harder…and I laughed!
In a matter of minutes, my entire outlook had changed and I had decided to push the negative thoughts, the negative people and negative circumstances out. It was if God had taken my hand in His and asked, “May I have this dance?” After I unloaded the groceries I did just that…spun around in our driveway, arms outstretched, looking into the dark clouds…and smiling! I looked back at our house and saw Josh peeking through the curtains…he never said anything, but now he knows his mom can take on the rain!
Life isn't going to be easy…like you haven't heard that one before, right? Yet, sometimes I think we wait for people or circumstances to change in order to define our joy or make our day successful. That is, of course, the way the world wants us to think. Yet, I'm starting to see the difference between happiness and joy. Happiness can be brought by worldly people and circumstances. True joy outlasts people and circumstances. Joy that the Father brings to His children just because they are His…and to His children, that's enough to dance in the rain. It's enough for me.
VERSE TO CHEW ON…I actually read this translation earlier this week and have been chewing on it ever since…
Don't copy the behavior and customs of this world, but let God transform you into a new person by changing the way you think. Then you will learn to know God's will for you, which is good and pleasing and perfect. (Romans 12:2 NLT)
Your mind is powerful (I'm in a study right now that really talks about the mind being the true battlefield of spiritual warfare). Your thoughts indeed are an expression of your heart. If God changes our thoughts, our hearts, actions and way of life changes too.
So…if you live near us, and the rain clouds are coming, shoot me a text…I'm always looking for a dance partner!