Is God dancing on your potato chips?

I got this from one of many beautiful women I know.
Thank you Venita!


IS GOD DANCING ON YOUR POTATO CHIPS?

Not too long ago I had "one of those days." I was feeling pressure from a

writing deadline. I had company arriving in a couple days and the toilet

was clogged. I went to the bank, and the trainee teller processing my

deposit had to start over three times. I swung by the supermarket to pick

up a few things and the lines were serpentine. By the time I got home, I

was frazzled and sweaty and in a hurry to get something on the table for

dinner.

Deciding on Campbell 's Cream of Mushroom soup, I grabbed a can opener,

cranked open the can, then remembered I had forgotten to buy milk at the

store. Nix the soup idea. Setting the can aside, I went to plan B, which

was leftover baked beans. I grabbed the Tupperware container from the

fridge, popped the seal, took a look and groaned. My husband isn't a

picky eater, but even HE won't eat baked beans that look like

caterpillars.

Really frustrated now, I decided on a menu that promised to be as

foolproof as it is nutrition-free: hot dogs and potato chips. Retrieving

a brand new bag of chips from the cupboard, I grabbed the cellophane and

gave a hearty pull. The bag didn't open. I tried again. Nothing happened.

I took a breath, doubled my muscle, and gave the bag a hearty wrestle.

With a loud pop, the cellophane suddenly gave way, ripping wide from top

to bottom. Chips flew sky high. I was left holding the bag, and it was

empty.

It was the final straw. I let out a blood curdling scream. "I CAN'T TAKE

IT ANYMORE!" My husband heard my unorthodox cry for help. Within minutes

he was standing at the doorway to the kitchen, where he surveyed the

damage: an opened can of soup, melting groceries, moldy baked beans, and

one quivering wife standing ankle deep in potato chips. My husband did

the most helpful thing he could think of at the moment. He took a flying

leap, landing flat-footed in the pile of chips. And then he began to

stomp and dance and twirl, grinding those chips into my linoleum in the

process!

I stared. I fumed. Pretty soon I was working to stifle a smile.

Eventually I had to laugh. And finally I decided to join him. I, too,

took a leap onto the chips. And then I danced. Now I'll be the first to

admit that my husband's response wasn't the one I was looking for. But

the truth is, it was exactly what I needed. I didn't need a cleanup crew

as much as I needed an attitude adjustment, and the laughter from that

rather funky moment provided just that.

So now I have a question for you, and it's simply this: Has God ever

stomped on your chips? I know that, in my life, there have been plenty of

times when I've gotten myself into frustrating situations and I've cried

out for help, all the while hoping God would show up with a celestial

broom and clean up the mess.

What often happens instead is that God dances on my chips, answering my

prayer in a completely different manner than I had expected, but in the

manner that is best for me after all. Sometimes I can see right away that

God's response was the best one after all. Sometimes I have to wait weeks

or months before I begin to understand how and why God answered a

particular prayer the way He did. There are even some situations that,

years later, I'm still trying to understand. I figure God will fill me in

sooner or later, either this side of Heaven or beyond.

Do I trust Him? Even when He's answering my prayers in a way that is

completely different from my expectations? Even when He's dancing and

stomping instead of sweeping and mopping:? Can I embrace what He's

offering? Can I let His joy adjust my attitude? Am I going to stand on

the sidelines and sulk, or am I willing to learn the steps of the dance

He's dancin' with my needs in mind? I'll be honest with you: Sometimes I

sulk. Sometimes I dance. I'm working on doing more of the latter than the

former. I guess the older I get the more I realize that He really does

know what He's doing. He loves me and I can trust Him. Even when the

chips are down.

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