Yesterday I felt icky and “ugh” emotionally. I know; great description from someone who works with words every day… 😉 But I was dealing with changes and losses, and I felt the tears pushing their way to the surface. I did not want to go there, especially at work. Inwardly, I cried out to God to help me keep it all under wraps.
Mind you, nothing uncharitable came out of my mouth, but in my mind… Well, it’s like my mind was a food processor and certain persons were items of food about to be “processed.”
Yep. It wasn’t a particularly good day.
To divert my mind for a minute, I glanced through the notes in my phone, scanning for a blog post idea. I had to smile at the one that jumped out at me: “Take Me to your foolishness!”
I was a huge Clean House fan when Niecey Nash was the host. One of her stock phrases upon arriving at a cluttered home and meeting its overwhelmed owners was: “Take me to your foolishness!” She’d tour the mayhem, then sit with the homeowners to discuss how their casa had gotten into its current jumbled, overcrowded condition.
I felt like God was saying to me yesterday: “Take Me to your foolishness!” And there was plenty of it, far beyond the near-meltdown that I was experiencing. He literally sat with me and walked me through the ways that I could “declutter” and get my “home” (mental, spiritual, and emotional) in order:
- I wasn’t taking responsibility for keeping my spiritual house clean (blaming others when I needed to woman-up);
- I had let some things fall into disrepair (quiet time with Him);
- I had allowed stuff to overwhelm me (not trusting Him to resolve situations I could no longer handle);
- I needed to cut back on the unnecessary and throw out a few items (delegate or do without).
I confessed to Him my current foolishness: bitterness, long-heartedness, anger. Sigh. I had been swallowing the “bait of satan” (unforgiveness) wholesale and had given pride a very comfortable seat on my prized sofa. Mercifully, God “snatched my wig” and showed me what I really was like. I had been acting like Mary Jackass; a “saint” acting worse than an “ain’t.”
Later, I read an excerpt from a commentary in the Spirit-filled Life Bible that I had written in my prayer journal last weekend. It was in reference to Isaiah 61:3, and it reminded me of yet another reason why foolishness was reigning. My praise was missing.
The garment of praise is to leave no openings through which hostile elements can penetrate. This garment of praise repels and replaces the heavy spirit.
I’m glad I serve a God who isn’t afraid to make house calls and step into our messes. Nothing is too far-fetched for Him to deal with!
So… what’s your current “foolishness”? Has God ever had to “snatch your wig” and reveal the mayhem that you’ve created for yourself?