Well, Icemageddon hit Texas this week.
And it has all but shut. us. down.
Cause you see, here in Texas, we just don’t “do” ice and cold. It’s not that we’re snotty or too good for it or weak… it’s just that we so rarely have gotten ice in years past, that a few responses tend to happen:
a) When they say ice is coming we tend to ignore the weather anchor because whenever we seem to prepare for ice then instead of ice, we have a heat wave.
b) We are almost… amazed… at this copious precipitation coming out of the sky. I mean, gosh, we’ve been under “drought” warnings for the past few years.
c) We get so excited at the prospect of being “snowed” in like those places of lore that we buy out every ounce of food in the grocery stores and, as this Observer article says, “every time the weather media goons predict the end of the world, Dallas swims in homemade chili”. Ha! So true!
d) We are called in to work despite the fact that we have one truck to sand the roads for a whole town, half of us have never even seen snow chains for tires, and from what I have personally witnessed, most Dallasites can barely drive under normal conditions… add some slick roads to the mix and we are one big pile up.
And man, I was ready just like the rest of them… I ran into the store before it hit and loaded up on food for my family for the weekend (although I have learned the hard way that cold boys eat infinitely more than usual). I thought through activities to do with my kids since we wouldn’t be able to go outside as much. I made sure jackets, coats, gloves, and hats were at the ready. And first thing yesterday morning I cranked up the space heaters and got the fire going.
But you know what?
I forgot one thing.
And I feel terrible.
I forgot my mother’s ferns.
You see, my parents sold the “family farm” (not really a farm, but a house with a few acres) several months ago and are building a house in the “big city” (okay, not really the big city, but in a suburb of Dallas) and they are currently living in a condo with zero patio space for the progeny of my mother’s extremely green thumb. So, we were given the ferns to watch over.
I forgot. I mean, I just plain forgot. I was so busy thinking of everything inside my house and my husband was in charge of the “outside” (meaning covering the exposed pipes that have kept us without water before during freezing conditions), so I just… didn’t think about them.
And then I went back and in a feeble attempt covered them up so that the last layer of ice wouldn’t get on them, but I’m pretty sure the deed is done.
As the ice begins to melt today, I will go outside and find them both to be just a pool of primordial sludge.
And ya know what?
My mom will totally understand.
Sure, she’ll be a little disappointed that her new beautiful patio won’t be adored by her two beautiful ferns, but it’s not like she’s gonna read this post and call me to say “Well, that’s it January. The final straw. You killed my ferns and so now we are done for. I am divorcing you as my daughter. Too bad you weren’t perfect.“
But dang… isn’t that we expect for God to be?
Like, we stumble or slip or forget and we just are waiting for Him to say,
“Well, that’s it January. The final straw. You ate a Hershey Kiss and so now we are done for. I am divorcing you as my daughter. Too bad you weren’t perfect.“
And so what do we do whenever we slip up? So, often we RUN from Him.
Remember, just like Jonah.
Just like Adam and Eve.
Just like little kids.
And so often we DIVE right into whatever it was that separated us.
“Oh dang it! I gave in and ate a Hershey Kiss! Well, I guess I should just spend the rest of the day (which often turns into the rest of the WEEK) eating the remainder of the Hershey Kisses… and a whole pizza… and a bag of Doritos…”
It’s like the equivalent of me being like “Oh, gosh, I ruined my mother’s ferns. I’m gonna just go ahead then and go over to her house and spray down all of her herb plants and trees and flowers with water so that they will freeze over and ruin as well.”
But that is just how we respond when we “mess up”.
And you know what the best part about messing up with God? You don’t HAVE to make things right. Like, I don’t HAVE to go buy my mother new ferns the same size in order to make it up to her. She loves me. The end. Ferns or no ferns.
And I don’t HAVE to do a Daniel Fast for 21 days to “make it up” to Him. He loves me. The end. Hershey Kiss or no Hershey Kiss.
AND THEN what is even MORE AWESOME about God (and my mom) is that He will give me another chance just like in a few years if my mom needs me to babysit her ferns, she would probably ask me again even though I all but vaporized these.
Okay, so blah blah blah… what am I saying?
I guess it’s what I keep on saying to myself and to you guys over and over and over again…
Even when you mess up. Even when you “do wrong”. Even when you aren’t perfect.
At just the right time we will reap a harvest of blessing if we don’t give up. Galatians 6:9
Be strong and courageous! Do not be afraid or discouraged. For the Lord your God is with you wherever you go. Joshua 1:9