Somehow, I actually slept past 6:00 this morning. (PROBABLY because my body has finally decided it can relax just in time for alarm setting to begin again tomorrow at 4:50 a.m. Booooo). I got up out of bed, let the dog out, and walked into the kitchen. And. Just. Sighed.
On the stove was a pan of left over cinnamon rolls that my sweet mother-in-law made for us. She makes every family a pan each year at Thanksgiving. Beside that was the icing she whipped up to go with the rolls. The counter was topped with three coffee makers. (Yes. THREE) Our normal five cup pot, a 12 cup pot because the entire clan was here, and our Keurig. We like coffee in our family, but seriously? Three coffee makers on the counter?
Despite doing approximately four loads of dishes in the last two days, my sink was full of dirty dishes and the washer was full of clean dishes—not to mention the random spoons and mugs that were sitting in various spots.
Unwilling to grind fresh coffee, I put a pod in the Keurig and started my first cup of the day. I went to the fridge to get some half and half (a big sarcastic “thank you” to my brother for getting me hooked on THAT fattening little treat) and sighed again. There, inside my refrigerator were a multitude of bowls, dishes, and containers full of leftovers. Leftover gravy. Leftover stuffing. Leftover Cranberry Jell-O Salad. Leftover green beans, corn, apple crisp, pumpkin pie, ham…We had a really nice Thanksgiving dinner. The day after Thanksgiving, the family returned and we had a re-heated version of the night before. It was yummy.
Look. I’m done. I’m done with dishes. I’m done with sweets. I’m done with bread (I know, hard to believe). I’m done with leftovers. Blah. I want some pizza or something “normal”. (wink, wink) Okay, maybe a really yummy salad or sautéed veggies. The holiday was great, but I’m ready for normal life to resume (minus work—not ready for that yet).
I’m ready for healthy. I’m ready for clean. I’m ready for organized.
Don’t people do the same thing with their lives? They get caught up in “feasting” on life—living the “good life”. Living life the way they want to…their own rules…doing whatever they want, whenever they want. And, you know what? It’s fun. They enjoy it. Good times. Whoo Hoo!
One day, though, they wake up and realize their life is a mess! They have left behind a trail of destruction. Broken relationships, addictions, lost opportunities—and they aren’t sure where to begin to pick up the pieces.
God is so good. You know? He can take our messes and make something wonderful out of them! He can clean up all the trash and leftover mess and make something new. Does it mean everything will be fixed?
Does it mean all of the consequences of over-indulgence will be wiped away? No. But, it does mean we can have a new start. A fresh start. A new beginning. He will clear the clutter.
What do we have to do? Ask. Just ask. He sees our mess. He wants to help. He is waiting for us to ask. God is a gentleman. He doesn’t impose. He gave us free will. He WANTS us to want Him.
Is your life a mess? Ask your Heavenly Father to help you clean it up.
“God doesn’t want something from us, He simply wants us.” -C.S. Lewis
“I will receive everyone; I will not send away anyone who comes to Me.” John 6:37b
“Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come: The old has gone, the new is here!” 2 Corinthians 5:17
Lisa Bull sees her life as a journey along God’s divine plan. While considering herself an expert on nothing, she enjoys laughing and has made “choosing joy” her motto. Lisa has experienced God’s unfailing love and grace in her life and wants nothing more than for others to enjoy that same gift in their lives.
Lisa is the daughter and granddaughter of ministers. She has multiple relatives in ministry on both sides of her father’s family including several pastors, pastor’s wives, and missionaries. In fact, ministry in her maternal grandmother’s family can be traced back several generations. She loves being a wife and mother of two terrific young men.