An Inconvenient Truth (or rather a truth for the inconvenience)

It’s humid this morning and it’s gumming up the works. Like the air is sliceable and we’re moving in slow motion, fighting against the extra resistance of the air.

Which may be why we were almost late to school this morning.

Or maybe it was because I’m cooking out of the trailer right now. Running the house from an off-site location.

Yesterday, I spewed forth a total Pollyanna response to someone’s compassion over our kitchen situation. It went something like this: “You know, we get really comfortable in our patterns and in our habits and sometimes we need to shake things up a bit. Sometimes God shakes us up a bit to get us acting and reacting in new ways. Cooking in the trailer takes creativity and patience and we’re finding ways to be joyful in our situation. It’s actually kind of fun.”

Yeah. That.

Was yesterday. Today, as I tossed backpacks and lunchbags into the truck and slammed the door, I believe my words were, “I’m so done with this.” Specifically done with a 12-inch by 12-inch square of counter space for cutting, preparing, making lunches, cooking breakfast, and putting dinner in the crockpot all at once. Done with leaving the kids in the house on their own while I go cook. Without my constant nagging, and yes, on certain days, it is constant, they wander off the “get ready for school” path onto the “let’s play and lollygag” path. Those walkie-talkies Joseph got a few years back… yep. We ‘re putting them to use starting tonight.

“Roger, roger, kids are you getting dressed?”
“That’s a 10-4 Mom, dressing going on now.”

Did you notice the title of this blog? An Inconvenient Truth. Do you know why that sounds familiar? It was the title of the film that catapulted Al Gore into international fame that went beyond his political career and that landed him the Nobel Peace Prize.

As I watch ¾ of my friends, of my country, struggle under the weight of snow and cold and as I feel for my mommy friends out there who are snow bound yet another day with the kids off school and as I hear the people around me stewing about our drought here in California, I have to chuckle. It’s weather. And it’s inconvenient… as is our kitchen situation. Inconvenient.

And the truth is that we really can’t make a hill of a difference.

Just finished reading the book of Job. WOW. And ugh. Page after page and verse after verse of argument and finger pointing until the heavens open somewhere around chapter 38. And God speaks up. “I’ve got a few questions for you, Job,” God says. Forgive me for this long quote, but really, this is good stuff.

38 Then the Lord answered Job from the whirlwind:
“Who is this that questions my wisdom
with such ignorant words?
Brace yourself like a man,
because I have some questions for you,
 and you must answer them.
“Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth? Tell me, if you know so much.
Who determined its dimensions and stretched out the surveying line?
What supports its foundations,
and who laid its cornerstone
as the morning stars sang together
and all the angels[a] shouted for joy?
“Who kept the sea inside its boundaries
 as it burst from the womb,
and as I clothed it with clouds
and wrapped it in thick darkness?
For I locked it behind barred gates,
limiting its shores.
I said, ‘This far and no farther will you come. Here your proud waves must stop!’
“Have you ever commanded the morning to appear and caused the dawn to rise in the east?
Have you made daylight spread to the ends of the earth, to bring an end to the night’s wickedness?
As the light approaches, the earth takes shape like clay pressed beneath a seal; it is robed in brilliant colors.[b]
The light disturbs the wicked
and stops the arm that is raised in violence.
“Have you explored the springs from which the seas come? Have you explored their depths?
Do you know where the gates of death are located? Have you seen the gates of utter gloom?
Do you realize the extent of the earth? Tell me about it if you know!
“Where does light come from, 
and where does darkness go?
Can you take each to its home? Do you know how to get there?
But of course you know all this!
For you were born before it was all created,
 and you are so very experienced!
“Have you visited the storehouses of the snow 
or seen the storehouses of hail?
(I have reserved them as weapons for the time of trouble, for the day of battle and war.)
Where is the path to the source of light? Where is the home of the east wind?
“Who created a channel for the torrents of rain? Who laid out the path for the lightning?
Who makes the rain fall on barren land, 
in a desert where no one lives?
Who sends rain to satisfy the parched ground
 and make the tender grass spring up?
“Does the rain have a father?
 Who gives birth to the dew?
Who is the mother of the ice?
 Who gives birth to the frost from the heavens?
For the water turns to ice as hard as rock, and the surface of the water freezes.
“Can you direct the movement of the stars—
binding the cluster of the Pleiades or loosening the cords of Orion?
Can you direct the sequence of the seasons
 or guide the Bear with her cubs across the heavens?
Do you know the laws of the universe? 
Can you use them to regulate the earth?
“Can you shout to the clouds 
and make it rain?
Can you make lightning appear and cause it to strike as you direct?
Who gives intuition to the heart
 and instinct to the mind?
Who is wise enough to count all the clouds? 
Who can tilt the water jars of heaven
when the parched ground is dry and the soil has hardened into clods?
“Can you stalk prey for a lioness 
and satisfy the young lions’ appetites
as they lie in their dens
 or crouch in the thicket?
Who provides food for the ravens when their young cry out to God 
and wander about in hunger?

Who are we? Who do we think we are? What do we know of God? Who are we to complain? Who are we to stew, fret, worry? Doesn’t the maker of the whole universe, the One who controls the snowy storerooms and the One who directs the path of the lightning bolts, doesn’t He have the ultimate control? And doesn’t He provide?

Doesn’t He provide.

That is the truth of it all. Throughout the incoveniences of life, the salt-shaker that broke between the garage and the trailer this morning, IMG_20140124_194531_592 IMG_20140129_125338_926 IMG_20140129_130840_322 IMG_20140129_131729_852the plate of scrambled eggs left on the table, the garden shoes I’m wearing instead of “real” shoes because of our rush, the car that is in the shop, driving the truck instead, making my Compassion Tea in the laundry room morning, noon, and night, throughout all of that… I have everything I need. God’s love, God’s grace, God’s son. I have God’s promises… spring will break the bonds of the cold, will break free from winter’s prison, rain will fall and the golden state will be green again, mold will be abated, lives restored. Maybe it won’t follow our timing, but it will happen. And in the meantime, I have all that I need.

And in truth, that repaints the morning. The humidity, the tardiness, the mess waiting to be cleaned, the snow, the drought, let’s even throw in climate change… when we look through the lens of God’s control, with a God’s got this mentality, it all seems like a hamster ball exercise.

My friend has mentioned that I’ve got material for a reality show going on in my life right now. I’ve responded that I’m grateful there are no cameras. Can you just imagine. But, I can imagine God laughing in joy at his little Linda hamster, spinning in her wheel of worry and stress, loving my running, shaking His head at me, and reaching down to lift me off the wheel, to hug me and caress my heart. Dear one… get off the wheel. Let Him handle this.

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  1. What a great post. Your honest Mom sentiments on children and housework, and your spiritual insight into Job and our place in the universe as we “hamster wheel exercise” {love that phrase} and God’s love is good, good stuff.

  2. Visiting from Lisa Jo’s “Five-Minute Friday.” Thank you for this post…your wise words apply so well to my life lately, too. And for sharing the quote from Job. It’s been too long since I’ve read it, and the reminder was good.

  3. Breathe it all in but then let it out! Reading Job is perspective changing and I love your take. He is is control, even in our mess. The harder it gets the more we need to draw near but man is it HARD some days. Blessings to you, love your writing.

  4. Stopping over from Five Minute Friday. Beautiful and true post. Here’s mine is you get a chance to read. –> God Bless!


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