The other night I was relaxing on the couch when I heard things crashing down and my daughter’s cries of distress. The sight that greeted me as I walked into the kitchen was not a pretty one. Megan was standing in front of an open fridge that was now baptized in my coffee. She looked at me and I realized that she was holding a now half full cup of my coffee. Not exactly sure how it all went down but somehow my coffee did a “front flip out of the fridge”. All the years of softball paid off and she caught it but in the process of flipping, it showered my fridge, floor and Megan. I’ve never cried over spilt milk, but coffee? And then I saw my daughter’s face. I don’t know if she was more upset about the mess, or the fear that my magical happy juice was now being licked up by our dog. I had so many questions I wanted to ask as I stood there and observed the mess.
The Bible is loaded with questions. When God promised Abraham a child his response was one of doubt. He said, “How is this possible since I’m an old man and Sarah is…advanced in years.” When God spoke to Moses out of the burning bush, he responded out of fear, “Who am I that you should send me?” An angel came to Gideon and said, “The Lord is with you, you mighty man of valor!” Instead of being honored, he was bitter. His reply was, “Really? Cause life pretty much sucks right now! We’ve been taught about the miracles of God, where are they now? He has abandoned us, and not just abandoned us but handed us on a silver platter to our worst enemies!” Even John the Baptist had his moments of uncertainty. He had given his whole life to preparing the way for Christ. He had been the epitome of social rejection. He was not afraid to take on the religious leaders of the day. He watched as the heavens opened and a dove descended on Jesus as God spoke, “This is My beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased.” He was thrown into prison for following God and while he sat there, he heard about Jesus’s ministry and all the miracles He was doing. He tried to reconcile what he heard with his circumstance, “Are you really the one? Or should we keep looking?” All these questions are very different, and yet God’s response to them is very similar.
I resisted the urge to interrogate my daughter and started helping her clean up the mess. The how and why really didn’t matter. My coffee was half full now and nothing was going to change that. To try to piece together what really happened, who was at fault, or how it could have been prevented was a waste of time and energy. All too often when my life flips out of control and I’m standing there covered in the byproduct of crazy, I start questioning. Why did this happen? How could I have prevented it? What does it all mean? Does God truly love me? If so, why is all this happening? And I begin spinning my wheels trying to figure it all out.
The answer to my questions is the same one He gave all the others. “I AM. I am with you. Look at all I have done.”
How much time and energy could I save if I rested in this answer? Instead of questioning why the coffee spilled, if I just started to clean it up and went on with life knowing that God is with me. He is the great “I AM”. He has proved Himself faithful, not only in my life but in the life of my husband, son, and daughter. No matter what life has thrown at us that He has remained victorious. It is His battle to fight. He knows the who, what, where, when, why, and how’s. He is the beginning and the end. And He is always with me.
Zephaniah 3:17 “The Lord your God is in your midst, the Mighty One, will save; He will rejoice over you with gladness, He will quiet you with His love, He will rejoice over you with singing.”