So it probably comes as no surprise that our house is…active.
Okay, so maybe “chaotic” is a better word.
It’s usually when everything is quiet that I start to worry.
When winter has settled in and the high of Christmas had worn off, we slid into those days of snow days/trapped days/too cold to do anything days.
I noticed a pattern of activity around the house.
Let’s take a field trip.
It all started with my blender getting broken.
I had it out, Ellie thought it’d be a good idea to pull the towel out from under it.
Next, I noticed that some primitive signs I had hanging on the wall looked a little strange.
Ironic that “faith” is the one that is split down the middle…
I went to clip my hair out of my face.
The teeth were missing.
I heard a crash against the house only to find Max on the ground, his skateboard wheels spinning, and the arm to my snowman broken and on the ground.
The leg to a 100 year old chair broke right off.
Generations of babies had been rocked in that chair.
Yet it took a Banks kid to break it off.
I pull up in the driveway and with a confused look on my face, I quickly realize that the top part of the garage door hadn’t been stolen…it was hanging on the inside of the garage.
Not really the look we were going for…
Two pens mysteriously “exploded” on themselves.
All in the span of a few days, I had come across example after example of how my life is falling apart and crumbling around me. I started to go into a pity party mode.
God quickly grabbed me by the back of my neck and said, “C’mon Jill. Getta grip.”
While all very small things in comparison to life, they were all mounting up around me and I was starting to listen to the voice that was saying, “See how terrible things are? You can’t even keep a PEN together! You’re never going to get this right.”
Ultimately God’s voice won out.
He pulled me out of my self imposed pit.
He was right.
Most of these were things that could be fixed with super glue.
Then He reminded me of the things that have to be broken in order to work.
—a glow stick
—a oyster shell and a pearl
So many things aren’t able to be used until they are broken.
Even in the Bible there are examples of people or things that are broken and aren’t useful until they are.
Moses told God he couldn’t do the work God had called him to do because he had a speech impediment.
The loaves and fishes didn’t multiply and feed 5,000+ until they were broken.
Mary’s gift wasn’t valuable until she broke the alabaster jar and offered her sacrifice over Jesus.
Christ’s body was just another body until it was broken for our sins.
When things are broken, that is when God is able to do something with it.
Like resurrect it.
Because God has a promise for us. One that says in Deuteronomy, “Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the Lord your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you.”
Notice it doesn’t say, “Thus sayeth the Lord, I will bless those who fall headlong into a pity party because nothing seems to be going right and you can’t seem to get your crap together..”
*Ahem* Is that the King James Version?
So next time you feel like you can’t do anything right.
Like you can’t do anything at all.
Because you really can’t.
Instead, trust Him.
Because that’s when God steps in and creates something from nothing.
He’s really great at that.
I’m a book-shelving, former tap dancer, wanna be writer, singer,
and banjo player, mother of 4, wife of 1, follower of Christ,
walking in the shadow of the Proverbs 31 woman
and redeemed by the grace and love of an Almighty God…
just living the dream.