Mount Taranaki, New Zealand
Posted partly because it fit the quote below, but mostly because right now I just miss New Zealand
You want to know the difference, though, between my good, tolerant phases and my oh-my-goodness-if-I-see-one-more-stupid-thing-on-Facebook-I-am-going-to-punch-someone-in-the-face phases? The difference is me. The difference is in my own heart and head. It is in my current spiritual condition. It is in my prayer life. It is in my choice to ignore the insignificant things in life and focus on truth and things that are good and lovely and virtuous.
I was at a really low point last week when I started this blog post. I texted a girlfriend "When I log into Facebook and I see a status and instantly wish the author would fall into a deep, dark pit for writing stupid things, I know I am not in a good place". She responded with the wisest and simplest of answers, "Maybe you should step away". And so I did. I limited the number of times a day that I check all social media. I started to meditate on the Scripture that I am working on memorizing. I started to say quick prayers about the minor irritations. And you know what? It helped. It always does.
It's funny that I have no problem handing over the big things in life to God. I look at them, think "Whoa, there's no way I can do this... so here you go", and pass them right off to the One who can take care of them. But the small things. The small, annoying things in life, I feel like I am capable of handling alone. And so I put them in my backpack and I carry them until I am so tired and crabby that I want to punch everyone. And that is a dumb idea. Because it never works. It always ends badly. It always ends with me crying my eyes out because the world is too hard. And it is. And so I renew my determination to hand these small things over as they come. To respond in the Spirit instead of the flesh that grows tired (quickly) and reacts badly (often). To practice Philippians 4:6 and pray about everything. Everything. Pray about Netflix and my sore knee and my car that seems to be falling apart. And parking places and work problems and gaining weight. Everything.
And so, as you go through your day, I invite you to join me. Pray about the laundry and the toys scattered all over your house and the unpleasant tone of voice your husband used with you this morning. And pray about your bills that you can't pay and your singleness that you are trying to be content with and the person at work that drives you nuts. Pray, and I'll pray, too.