It had been a really bad day. Issues with my family, issues at work, even issues with my hair. I had complained to God and one of my close friends. But I was pretty determined to be in a bad mood. I only had one more errand before I could go home and wallow in self-pity for the rest of the evening. Since I only needed a handful things from Wal Mart – milk, toilet paper, and fabric dye – I expected to be in and out in just a few minutes.
Storming around the store with my “poor me” attitude I found the fabric dye on the aisle with the laundry detergent. Dark brown was only available in the liquid version. I needed a lot so I started pulling bottles off the little shelf over my head. Each time I grabbed one the others were pushed forward by a spring-loaded mechanism on the shelf.
As I lifted the next to last bottle the one behind it shot out and up. There was no time to take cover, it all happened too fast. When the bottle hit the tile floor the cap popped off and dark liquid squirted across the aisle splattering everything in its path, including me. As I surveyed the damage, God spoke to me quietly. “Okay, you’ve been whining all day. How are you going to respond to this?”
While I sponged myself off with the paper towels hung on a nearby post, I considered my options. I could continue down the path I’d been on all day and let this dark mess be the last straw that pushed me over the edge to a full blown, self-absorbed tantrum. Or, I could remember that God is in control. He not only is aware of all the problems, issues, and worries in my life, He cares about each one. “Come to me all who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light (Matthew 11:28-30).”
Rest in Jesus or throw a fit on the detergent aisle in Wal Mart? This time I chose Jesus. And I pray I will next time too. On my way home I called the sweet friend I had complained to earlier in the day. We both laughed as I recounted the flying dye story. Sometimes God uses unique ways to get our attention.