In the Middle of my Little Mess, I Forget How Much I'm Blessed...

So I don’t know about you but I am much better in a large crisis than a small one.  In the song (lyrics below) the author talks about how it’s the little stuff that makes her crazy.  I often find myself willing to reach out to God when I am in “big trouble” but hardly bother to when I have the everyday annoying things.  And honestly it’s THOSE little things that DO make me crazy and make me stumble much worse than the big things.  For instance:

I remember when I was about 19 and I was on a double date with my then boyfriend and a friend of his and a friend of mine.  We were headed home from a dance club and apparently my boyfriend ran a stop sign and we were T boned.  I was not injured and all four of us left the car shaken.  Somehow his friend’s head hit a pin sized sharp point in the roof of the car leaving a large amount blood pouring out of his finely coiffed mullet (well then referred to as a bi-level).  The blood was running down his face and because it was dark he had so much hair it was hard to tell the extent of his injury.  He was freaking out running back and forth across the road between the 2 sets of headlights waving his arms.  I wish I could said it was instinct but honestly I think I remembered recently watching some show about how to handle a horse that was out of control, but however, I went up behind him and covered his eyes and started whispering in his ear.  It worked.  He calmed down and leaned into me.  I stood there holding onto him and whispering until the paramedics arrived and I handed him over.  They promptly took a look at his teeny cut and slapped a kotex pad on his head the soak up the blood.  I then very dramatically and with great grace passed out across the hood of the car.   I remember this vividly because he kept insisting it was a tampon they put on his head.  Apparently he had never been sent to the store for supplies, by a girlfriend, sister, mom or wife at that time and didn’t know the difference. 

Anyhoo, I have been trying to make a concerted effort to include God in all things.  I remember years ago talking to someone at work about how I was talking to God about eating an ice cream cone and he said “God doesn’t give a hoot about whether you eat an ice cream cone.”  First of all, I don’t agree and second of all, what can it hurt? I would rather eat an ice cream cone WITH God than without, but I digress.

So today I had a bunch of errands to run. I needed to find someplace to mail a letter, I needed groceries, a bank and some non-food items from a store.  I knew there were plenty of businesses around but had no idea which ones and where they were located.  I said a  little prayer and started making a plan. 

I decided to find a Dollar Tree to begin my search as I needed doggy poop bags and ours carries those.  I used the GPS and ended up at the Dollar Tree and apparently Georgia doesn’t have as much use for poopy bags because you wouldn’t believe how many places I have been looking for them.  Anyways, I got a few items and was trying to decide where to GPS next.  There was a Target store next door and I decided to go there.  I parked and realized I hadn’t been  to the bank yet nor had I mailed my letter so I thought I might as well leave.  I then was told.  No, go to Target.  I am like but what the heck can Target have from my list except maybe the poopy bags?  I was like, ok whatever, Target it is.  So I start walking towards the doors and exactly as I get to the doors, the mail truck drives up!  Seriously!  I am like haha..ok.  I handed the postman my mail to send and went inside.  Now my plan was to look in that cool little cheapy area just inside the door and get my poopy bags and go.  I started to look for the cheapy area and BOOM!  An ATM!  I was like WHOA, cool beans, now I have my banking and mail stuff done…Poopy bags and find a grocery store. 

After about three bewildered laps around the cheapy stuff, NO POOPY BAGS!  Are you kidding?  So I head back to the pet section where I find 8 ROLLS OF POOPY BAGS ON SALE!  Yes and they were multi-colored!  I kinda chuckled and was waved a finger up at God and said…”Oh YOUUUUU”.  Then I started to look for a few other non-food items.  I turned a corner and BAM!  GROCERIES!  Are you kidding me????  As it was, I ended up getting everything I needed in those two stops!  Why am I not praying and asking God’s help in EVERY aspect of my life?  Why do I let myself struggle through all those little things when let’s face it, those are the things that make us crazy????? 

 

Lyrics to This Is The StuffI

I lost my keys in the great unknown
And call me please 'cause I can't find my phone

This is the stuff that drives me crazy
This is the stuff that's getting to me lately
In the middle of my little mess
I forget how big I'm blessed
This is the stuff that gets under my skin
But I've gotta trust You know exactly what You're doing
Might not be what I would choose
But this the stuff You use

45 in a 35 sirens and fines
While I'm running behind
Whoa ho ho

This is the stuff that drives me crazy
This is the stuff that's getting to me lately
In the middle of my little mess,
I forget how big I'm blessed
This is the stuff that gets under my skin
But I've gotta trust You know exactly what You're doing
Might not be what I would choose
But this the stuff You use

So break me of impatience
Conquer my frustrations
I've got a new appreciation
It's not the end of the world
Whoa ho ho ho

Oooooh This is the stuff that drives me crazy
This is the stuff
Someone save me
In the middle of my little mess
I forget how big I'm blessed
This is the stuff that gets under my skin
But I've gotta trust You know exactly what You're doing
Might not be what I would choose
But this the stuff You use

Whoa whoa ho ho
This is the stuff You use.

 

Songwriters: WOOD, TONY / ESKELIN, IAN / BATESTELLI, FRANCESCA
Publisher: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
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