Sopping wet, stinky carpet in my office revealed a roof leak that so far has refused to be located (after 4 visits from the roofer). I'm now working on a bare cement floor. Both my hubby and our 21 year old son caught serious head colds. Our air-conditioner broke (Yes, I realize it's winter, but here in Florida we crank the A/C early.) Then our teen daughter was diagnosed with influenza.
I won't even mention our broken lawn mower and the giganta-weeds taking over our yard, car tires that need replacing, my husband's broken tooth, and a half dozen other equally lovely (and expensive!) events.
Ain't life grand?
Sometimes life sucks the joy right out of us before we even realize what's happened. At one point last week I felt so overwhelmed I threw myself on the bed and had a good cry.
But then I realized I needed to make a decision not to allow the tsunami of events cascading over my head to steal my joy. Because while I can't control the waves, I can determine whether or not I sink or swim.
You're probably thinking, "Duh, every good Christian girl knows this." But hear me out. Because when the waves are not only smacking us, but taking us under, it's easy to unintentionally let go of our joy. When we're practically drowning, we've got to paddle, and paddle hard. And girl, I was giving it everything I had.
That's when Jesus tapped me on the shoulder and whispered, "I'll trade ya."
And that's when I realized I'd been unintentionally holding all this heavy stuff in my hands--the same hands doing all the paddling.
You'd better believe I went for the trade. So, Jesus took all the heavy stuff, and in return, joy washed over me. I felt buoyant. Light. Giddy.
I don't know whether you're facing lightly choppy seas or a full-blown nor'easter. But if I were you, I'd definitely go for the trade.
Praise be to the Lord, to God our Savior,
who daily bears our burdens.