Give it to God

Women are major multitaskers. Especially in my role as a mother, I find myself constantly multitasking to get things accomplished all day. I can be fixing dinner, feeding Jocelyn, and making "Batman talk" all at the same time! Often times throughout the day, I need to put something down to take care of something else, then I come back and pick it up again. It occurred to me yesterday that I not only do this physically, but also mentally. I was at Target doing some shopping while my prescription was being filled. I received a bothersome text (very vague, I know, but the contents and sender are not important to the story) and I got upset, analyzing the situation, criticizing the sender in my head. At this point, I had to cut my shopping trip short, so I went to pick up my prescription. While at the counter, I mentally "put down" my bothersome problem in order to ask the pharmacist questions about dosage and side effects. Then as I walked out the door to the car, I proceeded to mentally "pick back up" the problem to mull over and process on the car ride home. Why am I explaining all of this? Because the strangest and coolest intervention of the Holy Spirit occurred as I was driving home. God asked me to "give Him the problem, and the person." He asked me why I picked it back up in the first place? Why didn't I just let it go, give it to Him, not let it affect my mood? There was a choice I had to make at this point. Should I give this to God and decide not to pick it back up again? Or would I hold onto it and cause others or myself to suffer the side-effects (road rage, short temper with my family, a milkshake at the drive-thru window). I decided, no matter how right I was and how wrong the sender was, I would give it to God. So that's exactly what I did. Can I tell you I have heard "give it to God" many many times in my Christian walk, but I don't know that I have actually ever done it! Most of the time I say I will, but instead I give it to my husband, or give it to a friend or family member. I unload on someone else, I vent. But this time I actually gave it right to the Lord. He honored this - when I arrived home, happy, my household reaped the benefits of a mom who was not bitter or distracted. It was wonderful and freeing! I can only hope to do this more often. God is big enough to handle these small issues that can become magnified and just ruin the whole day. If I truly trust God with my eternity, why can't I trust Him with the everyday stuff? It's about perspective. Surely I am just passing through this life, final destination HEAVEN. Don't sweat the small stuff. Give it away!