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LIFE: When Small Things Feel So Big

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When you drop a student's birthday cake and spill a not touched venti iced coffee from Starbucks and it feels like the end of the world, you know you’re wound tight.

There are many things going on in my personal inner bubble (we will use this terminology to define close family, friends, and household), and I know that I am leaning on the wrong things (food choices, social media scrolling, tv watching) and small first world problems (like the one above) are crushing my world.

How often do we do this? Why isn’t our first reaction to hit The Books ( is the Bible, hence the capitalization)? I am not currently practicing what I have preached to youth and children going through the same things I am going through. I think it a because:

1. In leadership, there is a stigma to hide in your struggles until they have passed us over and we can say we survived them. I think this is a little bit where it began- I didn’t want to share I was struggling in the moment. 

2. I am struggling with other people’s choices and issues- so they aren’t things I can specifically change other than through prayer. So I’m lifting them up by name, but I didn’t want it to become a gossip through prayer thing. However, seeking wise counsel on dealing and praying for this should have been the first step as a leader because we can’t do life alone and are not called to do life alone.

3. I haven’t touched the Bible other than during church services for a while now, and I miss it. I haven’t known where to start and didn’t have a specific study I was doing so I just put everything else first. This is wrong. I am wrong. I miss God's word because it’s TRUTH, LIGHT and I have siloed myself from even Him.

Wow! Life would be so much better if I took my own advice, I listened to the teachings that I’ve heard over and over. The evening got even more fun when I find out that the whole Starbucks order was a bust (literally) and that John's had ended up all over the church kitchen floor too.  When my husband told me about his drink too ( which he said he waited to tell me about because he saw that I was struggling), I had to smile and chuckle though there was a little bit of a UGHHH with it too- $7 worth of Starbucks drinks bathed the floor of the church kitchen. 

I woke up Thursday and made sure to hit the Book and guess what, the coffee didn't matter as much, and my episode from the night before was a notch in the blog content. Find someone to talk with when you are wound up, so you don't end up crying about spilled coffee. 



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