so much has gone not the way i would have liked in the past 24 hours.
in the midst of my distraction by more important things, i have managed to set one kitchen towel on fire - not noticing it until there were real flames. i burnt a pot of chickpeas. my favorite stone pan broke in two. (and we haven't left talking about the kitchen yet!) my house, the one thing that is seemingly in my control, is completely a disaster and out of control.
isn't that they way it is for us as broken humans - when so much is out of our control, we grasp to hold tightly to the few things we thing we think we control.
isn't that all a control spirit really is... a person who is afraid? when feeling small and staring into the big unknown, so often we become "control freaks" over the things that don't even really matter.
i get so upset by the dirt on the floor, but really is the dirt all that important since we are but made of dust?
i have to finally ask myself the question: is it going to be about the wasted food, small kitchen fire, and crumbs on the floor or at the end of the day is He enough?
am i going to insist on the appearance of having it together and having all the answers or am i going to fall back in trust into His arms and believe He is there to catch me?
is He alone really enough?
i have a testimony about Jesus,
He carries me through my worst storms -
i only call on Jesus,
i'm leaning on His everlasting arms.