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This is the Stuff…

Ever have one of… THOSE DAYS?

You know exactly what I’m talking about. Things just seem to fall apart, one thing right after the other.

We’ve all been there.

In case you are there today (or were yesterday. Or might be tomorrow) let’s shift our perspective.

Here is one of my fav songs of all time– a great perspective shifter. It’s “This is the Stuff” by Francesca Battistelli.

Pay close attention to the lyrics… and just see if it doesn’t give your frustrated brain (and/or heart) a quick Jesus switcheroo!

What kind of “stuff” does God use to shape you into the person He has called you to be? How do you deal? Spill your guts (well, at least your thoughts) and leave a comment. 🙂

Hope your day is less messed and more blessed– By Him!

Beyond blessed even in the mess,
SGK

“And sing, sing your hearts out to God! Let every detail in your lives—words, actions, whatever—be done in the name of the Master, Jesus, thanking God the Father every step of the way.” ~Colossians 3:17 MSG

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From Mess to Message

Sometimes we find ourselves in a big ol’ fat life mess.

Perhaps it’s due to a decision we made. Or a choice someone else made. Or a life season. Or whatever. The important thing to remember is that when we are in a big ol’ fat life mess… God is sovereign, He is over it all, and knows what He is doing.

And oftentimes, if we open our eyes (and our hearts!) that mess will turn into a pretty suh-weet Jesus message.

Been there. Done that. Living it now.

In my last post, “When you Wreck– Rejoice!” I told you all about my latest life, um, “adventure.” (Ok. Wreck. Mess. Whatever you want to call it. Adventure sounds more optimistic.) Yeah, at 34 weeks pregnant, we (as in myself and Little Patriot) were in a car accident that jacked up my car Ladybug pretty significantly. (As in… we need a new one. No pressure. It’s fine.) We were all physically ok, but shoot dang–  my nerves were SHOT.

The next day after the wreck, I was one stressed-out future Mama. Less than 24 hrs before, I had been feeling pretty legit about this whole “final countdown” to baby’s arrival… my to-do list was in ok functional order, I was swimming in the peace of God, and physically I felt pretty great.

But post-wreck day found me slightly overwhelmed– a big ball of nerves. I had yet to legitimately cry about the whole experience (that wouldn’t come til a few days later) and my to-do list had exploded in a matter of seconds. Rental car, insurance, car shopping, cleaning out Ladybug at the impound/tow lot to say goodbye (Sidenote: Those places are like car funeral homes. Super sad place to hang out) etc, etc, etc.  Oh, and not to mention that just a few days prior, our upstairs toilet broke AND our washing machine had decided to go kaput.

The peace from God I had been living in (and loving) was suddenly buried under dozens of phone calls, repairs and paperwork.

Needless to say– I was in a less-than-chipper mood. A bit stressed.

Yeah. That expression kind of captures how I felt, post-wreck. Minus the groomed-ness. And the BFF making faces in  the background.

Yeah. That expression kind of captures how I felt, post-wreck. Minus the groomed-ness. And the BFF making faces in the background.

But as usual– God showed up. In some big ways.

First, the rental car driver showed up by 9:15am (kudos for being motivated.) I stumbled into the car to go pick up the rental. I casually asked the driver Chris how he was doing.

His response? “Meh. I’ve been better. Today sucks.”

FAN-TAST-IC. My driver was a Debbie Downer. Honestly, my fleshy heart was regretting that I even said anything for small talk, because I wanted nothing more than to focus on my iPad Wunderlist to try to get a handle on what my day was going to look like.

But Jesus intervened. I responded to his bummed out answer with “Well, Chris, why is that?”

He proceeded to tell me how much he despised his job, how it was raining that day, how he wanted to move out-of-town, that it was his birthday and nobody cared, etc.

I turned to him, blinked and said, “Well happy birthday. Perhaps we should count our blessings today?”

He looked at me with sad eyes and said, “Yeah, whatever.”

At that point… I had already had enough. There was gonna be no sugar-coating from this preggo gal. Before I could stop myself, I was laying some truth on him… In a rather brash kind of way.

I said, “Well, Chris. Let’s shift our perspective a bit. Psalm 118:24 says “Today is the day the Lord has made, I will rejoice and be glad in it.” SO LET’S REJOICE!  It could be worse you know. After all, you could be the 34 week pregnant lady who totaled her car last night and is the one in need of a ride to a rental car. Also, let’s remember that you have a job, you have clothes on your back, and I am going to guess that you had the choice to eat some breakfast this morning, correct?”

It sounded kind of harsh (it was– probably not in my best loving Christian voice) but apparently, it was the kind of truth the man needed to hear. “Well… I guess you are right.” (Dang skippy, I’m right! <I didn’t say that part out loud.)

For the rest of our short drive, I softened and listened to his story… I coached him on resources to find a new job and I tossed in some advice on trusting the Lord in all situations. As I got out of the car, I wished him happy birthday again, told him he did a great job driving me to my destination and asked how my husband and I could pray for him. His voice cracked as he shared his requests… and he thanked me for taking the time to listen to him.

Sometimes people just need to know that you care… and even more to so to know that Jesus cares. As quick as you could say, “Would you like extra rental car insurance?” God had changed my mess– into His very powerful message.

Messy and ok with it,
SGK

“That’s why we can be so sure that every detail in our lives of love for God is worked into something good.” ~Romans 8:28 MSG

PS: In what life instances has God used a mess and turned it into a message? I love to hear your feedback, stories and testimony. Be bold and comment below!

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All Tied Up

Sometimes in life, we find ourselves tied up in mess.

Perhaps it’s a big mess.

And when we end up in aforementioned life mess, rarely is it “on purpose.”

Actually it reminds me of one of my favorite childhood responses when questioned about why I ate dog food/made my sister stick her tongue to a frozen iron pole/blended up a spatula in a batch of zucchini brownies…

“Um, it was an accident.”

The actually truth was my curiosity is the true culprit (that coupled with my lack of judgement and stubbornness to just “see what would happen.”)

My little brother followed closely in the footsteps of his eldest sisters. Although him and I are 12 years apart, we are very similar in personality and manners of thinking. (Please feel free to take a moment and pray for my sweet mother for raising three mischievous country children.)

A few years ago, when he was probably 9 years old or so, my little bro came into the house one afternoon and casually grabbed his rope/lasso. My intuitive Mama was immediately suspicious since he was supposed to be doing chores and feeding the animals– not doing anything involving a rope and lasso. She inquired of his plans… His response? He wanted to practice roping, using our yearling Brahma bull Rowdie as a target.

Mom vetoed that one in a hurry.

However, my brother being my little brother… had other plans.

Within minutes, Mom heard the screen door slam to the back porch. Dal bolts in the house, screaming like a banshee.  (Panicking was an understatement.) My dear, strong-nerved mother got up and began to check him over for missing appendages to deduce what brought on this dramatic scene.

Finally, between the gasping, panicked stutters and tears, Dal admitted that he um, kind of disobeyed (on accident, of course) and was practicing his roping skills… aimed at our little bull. Unfortunately for him, his skills were sharper than he anticipated.

He accidentally roped the bull and it took off across the pasture, lasso around its neck and all. Dal’s response? “I didn’t mean to. It was an accident. I mean, I didn’t think I could actually DO it!”

This is the kind of stuff we would “accidentally” get ourselves involved in as children of the Lacey family… (Sidenote: This isn’t Rowdie. He was already WAY bigger at the point of our history when the roping incident occurred. This is Cinnamon, a next generation Brahma calf.)

We all laugh about it now. (Well, all of us probably minus Dal– sorry buddy– I owe you some bottled root beer and Pringles next time I come home for telling this story on you.)

But as much as we chuckle about little bro getting all tied up in that mess… I can’t help but think how we as adults and followers of Christ still do the same thing.

Think about it. We have this wild idea and decide we want to “help” God out for one reason or another. (Perhaps we don’t like the path He has given us, or He isn’t moving “fast” enough.) So we inquire, “Hey Lord, would you mind if I…”

He says no. And what do we do? We pursue our own plans, just to see what happens.

More often than not, we find ourselves accidentally tied up in a mess… One that the Lord has to bail us out of.

“Sorry God… um, it was an accident. I didn’t think I could actually do it!” 

Fortunately, Our God is a forgiving God. Every time I come to Him after I my curiosity/impatience/stubbornness has gotten me into a mess, I can just see Our Father rolling His eyes (lovingly) and letting out an exasperated sigh (lovingly) followed by, “Ok, come on, child– let’s fix this.”

In our ability to “help” or “experiment,” we ultimately make a bigger mess of things. Then we find ourselves all tied up– whether it involves a lasso and rope or just our stubborn hearts.

It boils down to trust. Do we trust God enough with our lives to walk with Him, even if it sometimes seems a little slower than our desired pace or a little rockier than what we would choose?

We all have a choice. We can be tied up with ourselves, our thoughts, our plans…

Or we can be tied closely to Christ.

Staying tied to Him,
SGK

“We keep getting reports on your steady faith in Christ, our Jesus, and the love you continuously extend to all Christians. The lines of purpose in your lives never grow slack, tightly tied as they are to your future in heaven, kept taut by hope.” ~Colossians 1:4-5 (MSG) 

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