It was a long day with a longer to do list. I was chipping away at it, but running out of emotional and physical steam.
What I needed was tea…a large sweet tea…without ice.
No need wasting space with frozen water.
I hopped in the car and headed to Chick-fil-A.
As I pulled into the parking lot, I heard a noise that made my stomach churn.
Flap. Flap. Flap.
I got my tea from the cheery gal at the window, and headed to a parking space.
“Excuse me ma’am,” the perky blonde called out behind me. “Did you know you have a flat tire?”
“Yep,” I replied. “Just figured that out.”
So what. I had a flat tire. That’s not a very exciting blog post.
But it was what happened next that I want to share with you.
I pulled into a parking space.
Pulled up a book on my iPhone Kindle App.
Waited for Alfredo.
Sipped on my tea.
Two hours later I left the Chick-fil-A parking lot and headed home.
Here’s what I didn’t do.
I didn’t cry.
I didn’t fuss at God.
I didn’t fall apart because the air in my schedule leaked out with the air in my tire.
And that, my friend, was reason to celebrate!
See, my default mode would have been to do all three: cry, fuss at God, and fall apart.
Then go home in a bad mood for my husband to endure.
That would have been my natural response. My knee-jerk reaction. My default mode.
But not today.
So I celebrated that one moment of that one day when I responded well.
Driving back home, and thinking about this one small attitudal victory (I know attitudal isn’t a word, but it should be) I thought about a passage in the Bible I had just studied. (This is when son in his teenage years would roll his eyes and say, “Do you have to relate everything to the Bible?” Well, yeah. I guess I do.)
In 1 Samuel 14, King Saul and his men were battling the Philistines. His son, Jonathan, and his armor bearer left 600 soldiers relaxing under a pomegranate tree and went up to face their enemies alone. The duo killed about twenty men in an area of about a half an acre. Then God threw the Philistines into confusion and they started killing each other. It was a small victory, but a victory none-the-less.
But rather than celebrate the win, Saul made a decree that the men couldn’t eat until they achieved total victory. Total. All the enemies destroyed.
Jonathan didn’t get the memo about the moratorium on food. And as the army walked through the woods, he dipped his staff in a honeycomb and had a sweet treat. His eyes brightened, and he was refreshed. The other men were weak from hunger, and in no condition to fight.
Jonathan’s dad was furious. Almost killed the boy. Almost lost the war. He was not a good king.
Oh friend, too many of us are waiting until we have total victory in our lives before we celebrate.
We wait for perfection, which will never come.
We beat up on ourselves for our missteps and mishaps. All the while we miss dipping into the honeycomb of celebration that God provides.
You’ll never have total victory this side of heaven, but you will have some.
Many of them, as-a-matter-of-fact.
Don’t miss them!
Celebrate the times when you don’t yell at the kids. Hurray!
Celebrate the times when you don’t respond to the sarcastic cashier with a sarcastic word right back. Praise God!
Celebrate the times when you don’t fall apart because your schedule does. Do the happy dance!
Celebrate the times when you didn’t eat that extra bowl of ice cream. You go girl!
Celebrate the times when you stump your toe and don’t say a curse word. Well praise God for that!
Pick up the honeycomb. Taste and see that the Lord is good.
Pat yourself on the back.
Raise your hand in a high five.
Give yourself a thumbs up.
God is changing you, transforming you, and re-making you everyday. Celebrate the progress.
And even though you may not respond to all of life’s foibles and fallouts in a God-honoring way, take a moment to celebrate the times you do.
I know this is not one of those heart-rending blogs that leave you grabbing for a tissue. But sometimes we simply need to lighten up. I hope I’ve helped you do that today. If I have, then I’ll be celebrating with a happy dance of my own.
So let’s party. Tell me one situation over the past week where you responded well to a difficult situation. It doesn’t have to be big.
I’ll randomly pick a name from the comment and send a Starbuck’s gift card.
And while we’re celebrating, let’s celebrate with Lynn for winning the FREE book, Your Scars are Beautiful to God, from the responses of the last post.