Last week was not my favorite week. It went something like this…rush, rush, rush to get things done, blood sugar feeling really out of sorts and then, BAMM!, I landed flat on my back for a few days straight. I have to laugh, in hindsight, as my elder daughter has a theory about these things.

Perhaps, I should define ‘these things’; from my perspective, the phrase ‘these things’ means any of the one billion ‘things’ that can happen to detour your plans. In this case, it was illness…last week, it was the tire. But back to why I now find it comical.

I find it comical largely because of my daughter’s theory. ‘ And what might that be?’,  you might ask…well, here it is.

Her theory is that I need to learn to ‘roll with the punches’ rather than squarely planting my feet and proclaiming, “YOU ARE NOT GOING TO MOVE ME!!!”. Her theory seems to suggest (though clearly I have yet to grasp it completely) that if I learn to move around a little better, I will be a better boxer, better able to ‘fight a better fight’, if you will. Through the skill of rolling, I will be better equipped to move away from the punches as they come in.

I am not a boxer, so I do not know the proper terms here, but, perhaps, if  I learned to ‘dance’ around a little the punches that come in would be less likely to hit me square in the jaw and more likely to skim off of it, and the bruising and eventual pain minimized. I think that is what she means! 😛

At any rate, thinking about this after the whole episode, I wonder, is this what Muhammad Ali meant by “Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee”? That I should learn to FLOAT and sting?

Well, if that is the case, the Lord has seen fit to give me plenty of opportunities lately to learn to float! I say that lightheartedly because I know that nothing in His hands is wasted, though it may appear that way to me at the time. But that is simply because I do not have His eyes and understanding to see the fullness of the tapestry being woven.

That being said, I do have something of worth… faith. Faith that He is good. Faith that He is righteous and has my best at heart. Faith that even when times seem bleak, unproductive and well, stalled…here, too, He has a plan. So, in the end…float!

There is no need to get bogged down with all the ‘why’s’ and ‘what if’s’…He has not fallen from His place in glory, and the promise that stood before the trial began still stands, “He who began a good work in you [WILL] see to completion unto the day of Christ Jesus.” He has not left or forsaken you; He has it all in hand. His power is made perfect in our weakness. So, whatever it is we are facing, we still, with His strength and power can get up and get whatever ‘job’ He lays before us done. It may not be in our time, or with the personal strength we had hoped to achieve it with, but it will be in His strength, which is infinitely better. We get the opportunity to have confidence in Him and in Him alone.

Many good things came out of my illness, for which I am thankful. I will share some of them in subsequent posts, but for now, I have cupcakes to make and a party to put together for a sweet little thirteen year old I know…Balloons, scavenger hunts at the mall, mani/pedi’s here I come!

Have a blessed day, being joyful in all HE will accomplish through you!

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