When things you thought should go a certain way don’t? When you stuck your neck out there and felt like you were sucker punched? When baby spit up and a marker covered wall feel like the least of your worries?
Then you know exactly how I’ve felt from time to time. I’m weepy, grumpy and puffy-eyed beyond make-up.
Usually the therapy starts with caffeine and escalates to chocolate and pretty soon the ice cream tub and spoon are in my hands and I’m watching White Christmas.
Until sometime mid-spoon I realize if I keep this up, I will be able to train with Shamu at Disney World.
Next, comes the sigh that leads me back to the freezer to put back the ice cream and on to my Bible where the day should have started.
Why is it when I wake up on the wrong side of the Kleenex box I look for answers in the things on earth? I am human, despite my kid’s occasional stare that assures me I’m from another planet.
But here is what I usually discover: When I Wake Up On The Wrong Side of The Kleenex Box, God is still God. He is still amazing. He still has a plan for me and my dreams.
I just need to quit working so hard to do it in my own power. I need to quit working so hard to plot all the steps of my life in what I think is the perfect sequence.
Why? Because God is still God. He still knows what is best for me. He still has a plan even for the days when I wake up on the wrong side of the Kleenex box.
New International Version (NIV)
I will be exalted in the earth.”