By Lynn Butler
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June 4, 2022
First off, I want to be crystal clear about something. I’m not okay with missing my first, and only grandson’s, first birthday party. I mean, what are the odds that I would get sick the very weekend we’re having a huge birthday bash at our house? Y’all, my husband went all out! Crawfish, waterslides, jumpy house, cake, and whatever else he mustarded up in the past 24 hours. It looks like a zoo in our front yard, but I’m excited for our little man. Oh, did I mention how much I love being a Lolli? I feel a little young to be a grandmother, so I had to go with something cool. Maw-maw just wasn’t the thing for me, at least, not yet. I quarantined myself to our camper in the backyard, just to take precautions, not wanting anyone else to get sick, especially with the whole family coming over tomorrow. I’m still not certain that my husband is taking me seriously. I mean, do I need to show you a doctor’s excuse? Trust me, I didn’t plan for this to happen. Does he not realize that I’ll be missing out on the pickle and nacho table, as well as the birthday cake? Hello! I’m sure once it’s all over with, he’ll say that he hated I felt bad and missed the party, but for now, I think he’s realizing that he’s having to do a lot of the work that I would have done. Either way, the party must go on and there will be the cutest ever little one year old boy smashing his baseball cake, because he’s Rookie of the Year! Back to the camper. So, I’m here, among the four walls, with my cans of chicken noodle soup, some crackers, and a few of those mini packs of M&M’s I snatched out of the candy bowl on my way out of the backdoor. I packed my toothbrush, a pillow and blanket, my laptop, Bible, and some water. If Door Dash delivered this far out, I’d have it made! The boys left for the movies. I slip back inside the house for a quick shower and realize as I’m headed back to the camper, that I feel different than I normally would have knowing that we were hosting a birthday party at our house. Did I mention that my husband went all out? Normally, I would be super edgy and uptight with everything on my mind. Can I get an Amen? So, I began to consider the situation and how I would have normally felt and responded verses how I feel right now. It’s deep, hang in there with me! I realized for the first time of how anxious I get about things, that I really shouldn’t. I mean, it’s okay to have a lot to consider and prepare for with company coming, but is this the main reason I’m not more outgoing? If you know me well, you know that I joke around and say that I’m not very hospitable, and for that reason, I’m trying to venture out of my comfort zone and plan a lady’s event at our church for the end of this month. I’ll follow up with more details on the event in a later blog, but gathering a bunch of women and planning out an evening of food and fun is not what I would consider a passion of mine. I say that with love, so please, don’t get me wrong. Bear with me for a moment. I’m deliberately making my self uncomfortable for a reason, hoping God will use me in ways I haven’t allowed him to do before. Back to my anxiety. I realize how much I let it get in the way of things. Sometimes I wonder if I’m OCD or do my kids just not hear me the first time I ask them to do something? Like, where did I go wrong, and is it too late to fix the broken parts of me? If it were left up to me, then yes, it's way too far gone, but praise God, he tells us it’s never too late, that he can fix what’s broken, comfort the uncomforted, and bring a peace that surpasses everything! I’ll take 2 of those with whip cream and a cherry on top please! Sometimes we must let go and let God. When we try to fix everything ourselves, we make a bigger mess, get in his way, and then we’re all in a tizzy with a large side of anxiety splattered all over our plates. I don’t know about you, but I want to live in freedom! I don’t want to worry about every little detail. Time is too short! I want to soar on eagle’s wings and fly! Okay, got carried away there for a minute, but you get the point. There’s no reason to let anxiety steal our joy. God wants us to live life abundantly and if I’m constantly worried about the table toppers, balloons, and parking for the party, I’ll miss the moment, the reason, and the fullness he offers us. I’m tired of missing out! I’m sick of anxiety! I want more and know that God offers so much more than this. When Satan tries to bind, stress, and bury us in our weakness, he thinks he’s won, but when my God frees, loves, and gives us life abundantly, we have everything to be worry free and thankful for! What’s holding you back today? Does anxiety and fear sleep on your doorsteps? Does depression rattle your mind and keep you bound by chains? It’s time to say, “Enough is enough!” Out with Satan and in with Jesus! I think He's okay with us having our party, and our cake, too.