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Reverend S. L. Gardner
Spokane, Washington US
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- Does God Stomp on Your Chips? -
Humor is one of the things we all need. Laughter is good for the soul. This piece not only makes you laugh but if you can't identify with it in some way send me your name and we will do an article on the perfect life! :)
Not too long ago I had "one of those days."
I was feeling pressure from a writing deadline. I had company arriving in a
couple days and the toilet was clogged. I went to the bank, and the trainee
teller processing my deposit had to start over three times. I swung by the supermarket
to pick up a few things and the lines were serpentine.
By the time I got home, I was frazzled and sweaty and in a hurry to get something on the table for dinner.
Deciding on Campbell's Cream of Mushroom soup, I grabbed a can opener, cranked open the can, then remembered I had forgotten to buy milk at the store. Nix the soup idea. Setting the can aside, I went to plan B, which was leftover baked beans. I grabbed a Tupperware from the fridge, popped the seal, took a look and groaned.
My children aren't picky eaters, but even they won't eat baked beans that look like caterpillars. Really frustrated now, I decided on a menu that promised to be as foolproof as it is nutrition-free: hot dogs and potato chips. Retrieving a brand new bag of chips from the cupboard, I grabbed the cellophane and gave a hearty pull. The bag didn't open. I tried again. Nothing happened. I took a breath, doubled my muscle, and gave the bag a hearty wrestle. With a loud pop, the cellophane suddenly gave way, ripping wide from top to bottom. Chips flew sky high. I was left holding the bag, and it was empty. It was the final straw. I let out a blood curdling scream.
"I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!!"
My children heard my unorthodox cry for help. Within minutes my son was standing at the doorway to the kitchen, where he surveyed the damage: an opened can of soup, melting groceries, moldy baked beans, and one quivering woman standing ankle deep in potato chips. My son did the most helpful thing he could think of at the moment. He took a flying leap, landing flat-footed in the pile of chips. And then he began to stomp and dance and twirl, grinding those chips into my linoleum in the process! I stared. I fumed. Pretty soon I was working to stifle a smile. Eventually I had to laugh. And finally I decided to join him. I, too, took a leap onto the chips. And then I danced.
Now I'll be the first to admit that my son's response
wasn't the one I was looking for. But the truth is, it was exactly what I needed.
I didn't need a cleanup crew as much as I needed an attitude adjustment, and
the laughter from that rather funky moment provided
So now I have a question for you, and it's simply
this: Has God ever stomped on your chips? I know that, in my life, there have
been plenty of times when I've gotten myself into frustrating situations and
I've cried out for help, all the while hoping God would show up
with a celestial broom and clean up the mess I've made of things. What often happens instead is that God dances on my chips, answering my prayer in a completely different manner than I had expected, but in the manner that is best for me after all. Sometimes I can see right away that God's response was the best one after all.
Sometimes I have to wait weeks or months before I begin to understand how and why God answered a particular prayer the way he did. There are even some situations that, years later, I'm still trying to understand. I figure God will fill me in sooner or later, either this side of Heaven or beyond. Do I trust Him? Even when he's answering my prayers in a way that is completely different from my expectations? Even when he's dancing and stomping instead of sweeping and mopping:? Can I embrace what He's offering? Can I let His joy adjust my attitude? Am I going to stand on the sidelines and sulk, or am I willing to learn the steps of the dance he's dancin' with my needs in mind?
I'll be honest with you: Sometimes I sulk. Sometimes I dance. I'm working on doing more of the latter than the former. I guess the older I get the more I realize that He really does know what He's doing. He loves me and I can trust Him. Even when the chips are down.
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