Monday, February 25, 2008
As a control freak, detours do not come easy to me. I like to think of myself as a laid-back, roll with the punches kind of person, but deep down I know better than that. I'm all about a detour if it was my idea in the first place. For some reason, it is the little rocks in my shoe that slow me down more than the boulders in my path. It is in the big things that I have an easier time seeing God at work in my life, like when my grandma was dying in December. I got through it by keeping my eyes locked firmly on God. Maybe that is because I know I can't handle the big things without God's help. Right now, my shoes (or pink fuzzy slippers, as the case may be) are filled with gravel. I think He is trying to show me that I need to stop trying to handle the little things without Him. I had lots of things on my to-do list to show God and everyone else just how far I have come. Instead, I am still sitting at home with a sick toddler. In the last 5 nights I have gotten up 26 times to take care of a wailing child. (He has Hand Foot Mouth disease, basically a mouth and throat full of canker sores.) I am not losing my mind because last night I remembered that if the Lord is my Shepherd, I have to let Him lead. Even if I feel like the flying monkeys are dragging me off the path I'm trying to be on. My job is not to micro-manage the details, but to let Him guide me through the details, even my fifth trip in three hours down the hall to comfort a crying baby. "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me." Not just the big things. All things.