Today is Day 10 and it is not your imagination that there was no Day 9. So this is 9-10 and now you know why today’s word is CRAZY.
[This post is a part of a continuing series on Wonderful Words.
The Nester is hosting this 31 Day Series. And I am joining Sarah Mae for her What I Know Now Series with this post.)
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. Did I hear that a time or two. Or am I mixing metaphors. Oh, joy. And there is this. Too many balls in the air and irons in the fire and does this sound familiar? There is this indicator, you text a text for a child to a friend and question marks come back. And you back track. And you cover your tracks. And you feel for all the world that the tail is wagging the dog.
And all the crazy making feels like disobedience to you. Because haven’t you learned this lesson so many times before,to breathe. And pause. And, those wide margins. Those wide margins of white space and calm and peace and what happened to that and those.
And though the list is long of people in pain and hurt and need, don’t you know. You is me. Me is I. Sometimes we write a corrective word to self and think there may be one who knows this too.
All the eyes on the stove are on high, the flame red- hot, the flame dances high, taunting its orange red and none can be reduced to simmer.
How the list is long and day is short, but the day is not because He designed the day and His day is the perfect length.
How the balls in the air are bricks and if you drop even one the consequences are dire, dropping the other shoe would be softer and less painful, but you don’t want to drop anything.
When it all seems pressing and all feels pressing and the needs are all great and you want to say get in line take a number. But all you want to do is write. And writing soothes the soul like a balm. And writing feels obedient and after that it all may be okay. After the obedience, all will simmer down and the boiling hot places may cool off.
And the woman-child-sister-wife- mother-friend-church- volunteer-child sponsor- mother- of- college -bound -child- soccer- player- volleyball- player- grown -child -girlfriend- has- an- interview-today hat is heavy like lead. And its all good, except for the parent in excrutiating pain. And the parent, the caregiver is struggling too.
And one more hyphen may cut you in two like a blade. And the mail needs to be opened and sorted, so the CEO of the house needs to sit at her desk. And the hyphens keep coming.
But isn’t that when the full armor of God goes on.
Isn’t that when you yoke up with Him.
Isn’t that when you breathe a little deeper and sigh. Sigh deeper, longer.
And remember what you knew all along.
That chaos isn’t of Him. And that He doesn’t spin you like a top and chase you like a hungry wolf. That He is Gentle and He is Peace-Maker.
And your church is turning upside down too. Wasn’t that suppose to be a plumb line for stability. Wasn’t that The Rock. And there is uncertainty in her future. And you will welcome on Sunday but your heart is heavy at the uncertainty. But its not. Because really, He knows. He knows.
That this was never Him and this is never how He loves. He intended the dog to wag his own tail. His plan was for order.
So this is when you lay it down and lay it aside and say no thank you to crazy, I want no part. Knock on someone else’s door. Or better yet. Leave us all alone, Crazy. Leave us all alone.
And there’s a debate or two and an election and more uncertainty. But is it really? He is Certain. He is Sure. He is Reigning.
So this is when you say, nice try Tricky One. I want no part of that.
I remember whose I am and who I am in Him and send crazy-making out the door, the back door. No place of honor through the front door. That is reserved for the King. Who is welcome anytime, on any day, to order and restore.
He is the Restorer of Order.
And thankfully, the dog can way his own tail.
And she can breathe again.
So she goes looking for the dull, the mundane, the white noise places in her life and gives Him all her balls.
After all, He has always been a better juggler than she.
He holds the universe. Juggles the planets, moon and stars.
So she simply holds his hand. And pets the dog who wags his very own tail.
Joining Emily, Ann, Duane, Jennifer, Eileen , Mary Beth, Joy and The Nester
9 thoughts on “When The Tail Wags The Dog (Or When Things Get A Little Crazy)”
Wow alot of deep thoughtful things are here in this ‘writing’. Lean in to the one who can restore your order and peace and just breathe in his quiet gentleness.
Thank you sweet friend. Thank you. You are a constant. I am blessed by you, Sharon. Leaning hard into the wide arms of His embrace. And thank you for encouraging me to do just that.
Dear Elizabrth, how I relate to days like these. You describe them so well and remind me anew of the choice, on these days, in these moments, with Him. So many places of decision. To choose life, to choose wht is better, to lay it down. Bless you in all the mixed-up, crazy-making, my friend. Today may you know order and more – His peace. Sending love.
Grief shared is grief diminished. Thank you for the prayers of your heart. Yes, peace. I’m falling into Him and baby stepping through it. I have no power on my own, so why would I strive? Feeling His yoke lighten.
I’ve learned when things get crazy to just stop, drop and roll, right into His arms… It’s the only sane place to be… This was a beautiful post 🙂
Oh friend, I love that. Yes stop drop and roll. Will always remember that. Crazy is not my friend. So glad you were here with nuggets of wisdom and your sweet presence. So grateful.
oh, the photo of your dog, and your words 🙂
This reminded me of waiting tables and bartending and being in what we used to call the weeds. Sometimes the best thing to do is focus on whatever’s directly in front of you and–after that’s been handled–focus on the next thing. It passes, but heavens: it’s a painful place, the weeds, and the kicker is that everyone around you tends to be in the weeds at the same time and of no help to you, whatsoever.
Your thoughts and your words are beautiful, Elizabeth. I loved this “That chaos isn’t of Him. And that He doesn’t spin you like a top and chase you like a hungry wolf. That He is Gentle and He is Peace-Maker.” I also LOVE that dog picture! Thanks for linking up!