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.

Monica