What if I Trust
By Diane Hobaugh
What if I put all
of my needs in you,
my wants in you,
my trust in you?
Would you make them holy?
What if you put your
love in me,
your grace in me,
your presence in me?
Would I serve others?
Lord, let me be
an instrument of
your love on earth.
Build in me
a permanent home.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Waiting...Not Responding
The wake-up call came when I was mindlessly or mindfully consumed by rinsing the sink with the sprayer attachment. Thoughts of struggles...mine, theirs, and the difficulties of the day passed before me as the water cleared the sink of debris and swirled down the drain. Finishing the job, I turned the water off and replaced the sprayer into its station by the faucet.
Raspberry jam on my fingers from my toast brought me back to the sink for a quick rinse. SPRAY! Water blasted across the kitchen on a diagonal spree to the opposing island cabinets just missing my body. Expletives raced from my mouth as I exhaled and grabbed the towel. My mind didn’t retrieve the positive statements like, “Good Golly, or Good Gravy,” like my mom would say. I didn’t think it was very good at all as the water followed gravity to the open drawer making me remove contents and ponder my intelligence.
I should have known better. I know how this faucet works. Let the water settle down the tube, or whatever it has to do to return to normal, before beginning again. “Okay, I got the message!” I said out loud to the one on my mind.
Another bite while I cleaned up the counter walking dirtied cutting board and utensils from my lunch-packing routine to the sink. Turned on the faucet to rinse, and...SPRAY!
Water blasted out the sprayer with a force equal to the first once again, nearly missing my dressed and ready to go out the door body.
Louder expletives raced from my mouth...then pausing silence...then laughter. What was the message here? “Slow down, you move too fast,” were the words from a song that played across my brain.
Life happens this way. The more we try to control every event, the more confusing it gets. All of our insecurities pile up and make us feel helpless. Slow down. Recognize the stillness and God’s presence in it. My wake-up call wasn’t huge, but it was enough to get my attention focused away from the negative, and back to the positive where it belonged. I don’t function well in the negative. Sometimes it takes a jolt to remember the humor, the blessings, and the company I keep with a loving God who sometimes nudges me in weird ways to come back to him.
Raspberry jam on my fingers from my toast brought me back to the sink for a quick rinse. SPRAY! Water blasted across the kitchen on a diagonal spree to the opposing island cabinets just missing my body. Expletives raced from my mouth as I exhaled and grabbed the towel. My mind didn’t retrieve the positive statements like, “Good Golly, or Good Gravy,” like my mom would say. I didn’t think it was very good at all as the water followed gravity to the open drawer making me remove contents and ponder my intelligence.
I should have known better. I know how this faucet works. Let the water settle down the tube, or whatever it has to do to return to normal, before beginning again. “Okay, I got the message!” I said out loud to the one on my mind.
Another bite while I cleaned up the counter walking dirtied cutting board and utensils from my lunch-packing routine to the sink. Turned on the faucet to rinse, and...SPRAY!
Water blasted out the sprayer with a force equal to the first once again, nearly missing my dressed and ready to go out the door body.
Louder expletives raced from my mouth...then pausing silence...then laughter. What was the message here? “Slow down, you move too fast,” were the words from a song that played across my brain.
Life happens this way. The more we try to control every event, the more confusing it gets. All of our insecurities pile up and make us feel helpless. Slow down. Recognize the stillness and God’s presence in it. My wake-up call wasn’t huge, but it was enough to get my attention focused away from the negative, and back to the positive where it belonged. I don’t function well in the negative. Sometimes it takes a jolt to remember the humor, the blessings, and the company I keep with a loving God who sometimes nudges me in weird ways to come back to him.
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