I was in full concentration, writing the twentieth chapter of my manuscript for my second novel. I could see the action, hear the characters’ voices. I could smell the fresh hamburgers in the scene, and then suddenly I was smelling… a strong gust of menthol. That is never a good feeling when you have a rambunctious three-year-old little boy. I followed my nose, like Toucan Sam with his Froot Loops.
“Oh, man!” I yelled out. “I found it!” Boy, did I find it. My bathroom floor, countertops, and toilet were covered in layers of white menthol body powder…all fourteen ounces of my brand new bottle.
“LOGAN!” I yelled out.
“Sorry, Mama. Sorry, Mama.” His little body, covered in powdery dust, crept up behind me.
I glared down at him. “What were you thinking?”
His powdery face smiled back at me. His little blue eyes glistened. “It’s Christmas!”
I shook my head. Where was I when this all took place? About five steps away, just on the other side of the wall. I like to call it sitting in the middle of the Boo-boo pile.
Have you ever been like that? You feel like you have everything under control only to learn that it was all just a façade and you were really just sitting in the middle of the Boo-boo pile with me.
That’s the “Oops, I did it again” mess-up.
Where was I when Logan redecorated his bedroom walls with markers or when he learned that crayons melt in my Scentsy warmer? I was sitting in the middle of “I got this” only to find out that I wasn’t.
Many times our lives are like that. We think we have everything under control. We think we’ve got it all together, and then something happens that throws us all out of whack. We start to yell at God. “Where were you? Why did you let this happen to me? What kind of God are you?”
God sits there listening to our blame, our judgment.
We sometimes even start to doubt that God even exists at all and stop talking to Him altogether, but the truth is that many times, in reality, when we thought we had it all put together, we were really standing in the Boo-boo pile holding a plastic steering wheel.
In reality, did we follow the plans that God had for us, or were we too busy pushing our own plans? Did we even ask God what his plan was for us that day, or were we simply following routine? Did we even start the day out in prayer inviting God into our day at all?
Where was God when everything went wrong? Right where we left Him. When we step out of the Boo-boo pile and walk back to where we last remember talking with Him, we will find Him.
When I was a little girl, there was a song that said it this way:
He was there all the time. He was there all the time. Waiting patiently in line, He was there all the time.
Sometimes we need to remember not to misplace God, like we do our car keys, but rather, invite Him to take the wheel as we kick back in the passenger seat and ask, “Are we there yet?”
“Trust in the Lord with all your heart And do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, And He will make your paths straight.”