I’ve been quiet for awhile now. No blog posts and very limited Facebook posts have come from me. That’s always a sign that something is wrong. If Ann isn’t talking or laughing — something is very wrong! My precious friend pointed out in a text that she was worried about me because I saw no humor in her text message …and that my friends is a sure sign that I’m in a dry place.
We had two incredibly rough months – November and December.
- 4 illnesses
- 4 ER visits (one of which was out of state)
- 1 puke virus in the middle of nowhere, Arkansas
- 1 car accident and all the associated fees
- 1 rental car and all the associated fees
- multiple migraine headaches
- a cracked windshield on the OTHER car
- the heat went out (which is actually a hilarious story for another time)
- Dallas had an ice storm = brutal body pain when that sucker moved in
- and oh — Happy Thanksgiving, and Merry Christmas … er something like that
Here’s the deal, y’all… none of these things killed us, maimed us, bankrupt us, or caused us to hate each other. But the final straw for me was the stomach bug in the middle of nowhere Arkansas. Remember in the Looney Toons cartoons when that one feather would dance so elegantly on-top of the TNT handle and then BOOM — Wiley Coyote was toast! It was sort of like that for me.
Dude. I was dry. I had nothing left to give myself, my family, or my friends. No laughter. LOTS of sarcasm (and probably a little cussing if I’m going to be honest here), and a pretty constant stream of … well … self-pity.
Where was God in all this you ask?
Well, had I kept Him at the forefront of my mind I don’t think TNT even would have been in the picture, quite frankly. Know what I mean?
Here’s where I went terribly wrong…
I stopped making time to pray, to read from my bible or devotionals, and I kept thinking to myself, “well, now we have had 3 things happen – so nothing else will…. ok, now there have been 4, so we are good… um, make that 5… 6… OH FORGET IT!” I put myself in the dry place. I did it to myself, y’all!
God never promised that we wouldn’t go through hard times. So what in the world made me think that I was exempt from them? Especially after a set number of problems… “Ann Skaehill, you’re next… let’s see… you’ve had 1,2,3,4,5,6… oh, you’re good. No more problems for you. NEXT!” That’s SO ridiculous! But I thought it. I really did.
I love these verses from the book of Jeremiah:
7 “But blessed are those who trust in the Lord
and have made the Lord their hope and confidence.
8 They are like trees planted along a riverbank,
with roots that reach deep into the water.
Such trees are not bothered by the heat
or worried by long months of drought.
Their leaves stay green,
and they never stop producing fruit.
I am such a visual person that I can SEE this picture — I can SEE the tree planted by the water. I can SEE the roots reaching with all they have to get to that water. I can SEE their carefree nature because they aren’t concerned about the drought.
And I can SEE that I did not do that when I needed to the most. I just sat there and withered. Every now and then someone would try to show me some water and I turned my nose up at it.
After identifying my droughtiness, I signed up for a class through my church where we are really digging into hymns and the stories behind them. Our precious leader, Gwen, opened with a sweet prayer that felt like a BUCKET of living water was dumped over my head.
Now I can’t get enough. I can’t get enough hymns and prayer and reading from our class book. I can’t get enough joy and enough laughter and peace. I don’t want the hydration to stop so I am going to plant myself next to the living water. I’m digging in. Yo, I was thirsty, people!
If you’re focused on your drought and you’re pushing everyone away, please please please stop and ask yourself how that’s working for you. Because I have a feeling you’re pretty stinkin’ thirsty right now. Get your rear up and get to that water. Call a friend so he or she can drag you there if need-be.