Sunday, September 18, 2011

The Perfect Storm

This past Thursday was a crazy day for me.  One of those days where things keep piling up and I get overwhelmed.  When that happens, I usually begin stuffing my pie hole with every carb within arm's reach.

This time was different, foreign, amazing.

Let me paint a stressful picture for you.

I spent most of the day practicing to play guitar and sing for a fundraising event the next day (which I was ridiculously nervous about.)  Then I had to make the quick kid switch with my husband so I could go to worship practice.  He was running late from work which made me late and of course I hung out in some sweet traffic.  When I got there, I realized I had forgotten my music which was when my pits started sweating for real.  I was so embarrassed and felt like such an idiot.  I spent the whole practice reminding myself of all the dumb things I should have done differently that day.  My husband was texting me that our son was sick and asking me to come home, so I left early.  I was feeling guilty because all my friends were helping set up for our friend's fundraiser and I felt like I needed to be there.  Plus we had no milk and I needed to go to the store.  I was all alone with so many things on my mind and I hadn't eaten supper yet.  Seriously, the perfect storm.  What I wanted to do was hide in the nearest restaurant and turn my phone off, but that didn't happen.

I sat in the car for a minute and prayed.  I said, "God I feel out of control and I need your help.  I can't handle this without you.  Please.  Please be my strength."  And guess what...He was.  I stopped and got a quick sandwich, and my husband called to say he got our baby to sleep.  He told me I should go help our friends for a little bit.  So I did and things went great and we got lots done.

That night was a turning point for me in this fight.  It was the first time I can remember not giving in to my flesh in such a stressful situation.  I gave my situation to God and surrendered my desires to Him.  That right there made all the difference.  It didn't make the situation go away but you know what?  I didn't go home feeling guilty or holding a secret.  It was pretty great.

Let's hope I remember this feeling next time.



  1. Good for you!! Proud of you! Thank you for encouraging me:)

  2. Ok, so the one thing I like about your stressful picture is that you were getting ready to play and sing (oh, and the sweaty pits!!!) Ok, but for reals I'm loving reading ya'lls blog and walking through your journey with you. Very inspiring and cannot wait to see what God has in store!