Attacked-Still Not Normal

The Spirit you received does not make you slaves, so that you live in fear again; rather, the Spirit you received brought about your adoption to sonship. And by him we cry, “Abba, Father.” Romans 8:15

My son had a crew of guys here, and I really was trying to be on my best behavior so I wouldn’t embarrass my boys. There may have been times in the past when I didn’t realize the phone was in use and they got to be serenaded by my not so wonderful singing voice or something that my family might falsely consider “crazy.” I was determined to show them how civilized and normal I could be.

Unfortunately, my good intentions went flying out the window when I was attacked right there in my own kitchen! Nobody was around to witness the fact that the sprayer located beside the faucet came alive and began an assault on me, but they sure did hear it. Why can’t things in this house be normal? For once, can I please not say or do something that makes me look completely off my rocker? All I was looking for was a few days.

The hollering for my hubby started…maybe that isn’t the most accurate statement. The drawn-out version of my hubby’s name was quite loudly being amplified throughout the house after letting out quite the yelp as water was dripping off me. That’s more accurate. Was this a practical joke that he was pulling?

I never realized how dangerous that seemingly innocent sprayer could be until recognizing how it’s always aimed directly at the person standing in front of the sink. I now know that something innocent and helpful when rinsing out the sink or filling up a water jug can be quite dangerous when it goes rogue. 

After I got the button unstuck (there wasn’t any tape holding it down; I checked), my hubby cautiously made his way over to examine the situation. He found nothing wrong, I dried myself off, and we continued going about our day.

This wasn’t the only time it happened to me (only me) within a couple weeks. I’d forget to check it before turning on the water and then bam! It was happening again. Yesterday, I was having a really rough day when it decided to go into attack mode for the final time. Now, the first couple times was kind of funny because I thought it really would be a brilliant joke. That last time didn’t find me in such an accommodating mood though.

My perturbed voice definitely got my hubby’s attention, but what he said certainly got mine. He haughtily stated, “I fixed it. It doesn’t happen to anyone else.” Well gee. Since you all are staying dry, that’s all that matters. It must be me and not the sprayer that has the problems.

In a pity-party moment I started questioning why it was happening only to me. Why was I the special one that gets the shock of water spraying at me? Why didn’t anyone care, just because it wasn’t them going through it?

Do you see how ridiculous that is when it was just some water being sprayed on me? Those thoughts could easily lead me down a dark path that’s full of loneliness and heartache. They’re like a little snowball that picks up speed and gets more and more snow packed onto it until a whole snowman could be made out of it. How did I go from seeing the humor in my situation to being depressed?

Just like the dirt and mineral deposits might have clogged that sprayer causing it to malfunction on me, my insecurities might’ve begun to clog my mind, causing it to throw out misinformation telling me I’m not normal or good enough. It’s scary when we think we’re alone and vulnerable.

There’s a secret that we forget during these times. We’re never alone. We always have a parent that never leaves our side. Nobody could love us more, have all the answers to our problems, or see that our future doesn’t depend on our past. That parent didn’t make us to be normal. He made us special no matter what our circumstances seem like right now, no matter how many things go wrong for us, and no matter how insignificant we feel.

I didn’t need to be normal just because there were a bunch of teens at my house. That isn’t how God made me. I don’t think He made anyone else normal either by the way. What exactly is normal? If someone is that in one area, I guarantee they aren’t in another. Normal is fairly boring if you ask me, and it doesn’t make us very unique and special!

Also, we need to remember that there were many times some of our greatest men and women of the Bible had to feel incredibly alone, only to find out they weren’t. Those were the same ones who went on to do great things in their lives. They ended up being great leaders; however, they didn’t know what special things God had planned for them during their dark times.

The next time you feel alone, think of that spray hitting me. It eventually woke me up; let it wake you up too instead of believing its only purpose is to attack you! That parent…Abba, Father…is there to break the chains that make us slaves within our own minds, being held captive by the dirt and deposits of our thoughts that don’t serve any positive purpose. They simply create a buildup of depression and angst. That sprayer had to be completely replaced.  Sometimes our thoughts do too so they don’t go rogue!

I challenge you to laugh at normal. See your situation as one where Abba will use for your learning and growth. Are you going to give Him the chance to mold you into an incredible leader for the future? Just like those in the Bible who felt alone but weren’t, neither are you.

There’s Smoke

Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there. If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast. Psalm 139:7-10

A few years ago, when I was baking cookies with my mom, there might have been an error in judgement on my part. What is it with me and kitchens?  By the look on my dad’s face this was a little concerning for him.  He really should’ve been more aware of my limited abilities in a room with four walls and an oven since I am his daughter. Unfortunately for him, I usually can hide it pretty well.  My food can be passable, if not downright tasty at times, believe it or not. The smoke gave me away this time.

Mom had a whole lot of cookies she needed to bake, and since my sugar cookies are usually nice and soft, I was going to be her helper. We were making little hearts. That wasn’t my specialty, but how big of a deal could that be? The cookie sheets were really small, and it seemed to be a waste of our time to bake the cookies on only two sheets at a time when four easily fit into the oven. My mom asked me what I thought (her first mistake), and I said we should try it. What could it hurt?

We got the dough from the fridge, rolled it out, made the cute little hearts, put them in the oven, and set the timer. This wasn’t going to take as long as we expected! Then, I opened the oven. Hello smoke! I got the pans and ruined cookies to the sink as my mom ran around opening the windows. Of course, my dad had to make an appearance at this time. Did the smoke detector go off alerting him? I can’t remember. Everything was a little too hazy, but I reassured him everything was under control (ha!) and just a tiny mistake happened on my part. He could go back about his business.

Well, a few lessons got learned that day. If you want pretty, permanent hearts tattooed into your baking sheets, just burn cutout cookies on them. Second, to get your dad moving like an athlete in his prime, act like his kitchen is on fire. Third, overfilling an oven doesn’t allow air to circulate properly and can lead to issues. By the way, after we got our little problem worked out, the cookies turned out delicious; although, I can’t remember Mom asking for my help again…hmmm. As a matter of fact, I think Dad replaced me as the helper out of concern for the safety of all involved.

You see, those cookies got burnt due to lack of air circulation just like I get burnt-out when I don’t have some room to breathe. Do you get like that too? When the schedule is so packed that there isn’t quality time left with your loved ones, or you feel so smothered with everyone else’s needs, hopelessness sets in. That’s dangerous and an alarm should be going off!

We weren’t made to just survive from one activity to another trying to get through a jam-packed schedule. I guarantee those overwhelming times are when the worshipping and praising takes a hit.  Recently, a smart man said, “Your provision is in the praise.”  When we allow everything and everyone to control our time, the most important things in our lives get pushed aside.

Has God been nudging you to do something that you’ve been putting off because you’re needed elsewhere? I’m sure those other things are important, but are they more important than obeying the One who can take care of all the other stuff? In our superhero complexes we forget that God is Omnipresent (everywhere all the time), Omnipotent (all powerful), and Omniscient (all seeing), but we aren’t.

I believe that if we stop trying to be everything for everyone and start allowing God to take the role that only He’s capable of, we’d breathe again. We aren’t helping anyone when we try to fill a role that we aren’t qualified for. Sure, be quick to take on the jobs that God wants you to. Be His hands and mouth when appropriate, but don’t be trying to step into His job, which only frustrates everyone involved.

I’m challenging you to allow more circulation in your life by letting God take over the superhero role. More will be accomplished and forward progress will become something we can expect rather than dream will happen.  Only then will the alarms quiet, the smoke dissipate, and forward momentum circulate again.