It’s Monday. Not a bad Monday. Just Monday. Somehow, chaos happens on Monday, because the rest of the world walks into the office on Monday after having a great weekend, and when they meet a crisis on Monday, they call someone. They share their chaotic moments.
I’m Jan. I’m who they call.
On most Mondays, I don’t answer the phone. But then I see a number cross the ID and I feel guilty for not answering the phone, and I pick up. And that’s when it starts.
They call me. But who can I call to share the chaotic moments?
There’s nobody who listens to my day in bullet points and go back to their day… Most believe I want them to fix it. Nope. Not what I want. I want to be heard.
So, that’s the note on which I went to bed last night…
I crashed. Exhausted. I remember the early part of the night, getting ready for bed… I wanted to cry. I’d had enough of other people’s chaotic moments.
I felt loved.
But then, the rain started, and I felt like I could sleep and rest, regroup for today, and I went to bed. About five minutes later, my grandson (Ry is 3) came rushing into my room, “Gramma, rain in your room.” and he proceeded to close my window. Not that I wanted it closed. Because rain wasn’t coming in. I thoroughly enjoyed the rainy night, the sound of water splashing down from the high-spout, and the night air. But he pushed my window closed (knocked my water bottle off the window sill, and bumped some books off my night stand in the process) and gave me a hug before he left the room. I stayed there a moment absorbing the love.
What a miracle three year old little boys are in my life!
I love them. Chaotic moments and all, I love them.
So, I got up and opened the window. Righted my water bottle and restacked the books, picked up an empty water bottle he’d knocked off and dropped it into the recycle box before I climbed back into bed.
I am blessed abundantly.
I flipped through my phone and read a couple of posts. One from Adrienne Ross said,
I get to the park to do some walking, and I hear a little voice say, “Help me, Dad.” I turn to see a little girl with her father, who has taken her hand as she attempts to navigate her way through the grass and on top of some big rocks there. My first thought is that this is exactly how God wants us to be with Him. When was the last time you said, “Help me” to your Heavenly Father as you navigate through all that is before you? His hand is outstretched. I’m always amazed by what He uses to speak to me.
The days I try to control the chaos… The chaotic moments tend to control me. But when I realize it’s chaos… And look beyond the mess, the disaster, the current event, to see the outcome. I win.
Monday’s in a business where other folks are returning from their weekend rush to a working week, I’ve found myself becoming more and more often the sounding board – or railing board – where they turn to regroup and reorganize. Some days, when I’m not prepared for the waves of chaos that wash in, I feel overwhelmed.
But, I know better. I know it’s simply the way the average person greets the week.
On Monday, every little thing is a crisis.
The key is not reacting when they call on Monday. I’ve learned over the years, but occasionally… Because, I have a Monday too.
I could rely on coffee, but seriously – although I do drink quite a lot of it, it isn’t my first go to, when I realize I’m in over my head.
As Adrienne said above, God is always there to help us through the chaos, through the chaotic moments, and lead us back to peaceful waters. All we have to do is reach out and say, “Help me!”
It’s hidden in my heart, and when I feel the need, I pull it out and say that prayer again. (It’s pretty frequent!) O God, bless me indeed, enlarge my territory, and hold me close to keep me from evil, and don’t let me cause pain. Amen.
I’ve shared many times, how God has blessed me, enlarged my territory, and broadened my outreach, allowing me to be a blessing to others. And I feel that strength on Mondays, particularly, because I’m overwhelmed by the number of people who call out to me, to lead them in their business, in their ventures in marketing, and in business building. I’m overwhelmed by their trust. And so very blessed. More than anything else, I’m grateful that I’ve been given the opportunity to be such a blessing to others.
Navigating Life’s Chaotic Moments
The real strength I find in navigating life’s chaotic moments, comes when I lift them up to God and allow Him to manage the moments, while I enjoy the blessings and the life. I let God close the windows that need closing, and I devour the love that I’m given. And those times, I rest in the assurance that I’m loved. I’m so honored and loved in this life. I am blessed beyond measure.
The functional elements of my gratitude for God’s provision during those chaotic moments appears when I reach for the coffee. I know that in my cup there will be warmth, sustenance, and satisfaction. I know that I will find strength – not in the caffeine, that’s just a perk of the brew – but rather in the bitter dark flavor of familiarity. God’s voice is familiar to me in the same way.
More often than not, when I walk away for a cup of “power” as my grandson often refers to my coffee, I pick up my Bible as well. Furthermore, I know that inside the cover of that amazing book, I’ll find more than just temporal strength. Most noteworthy, I will find the power to sustain me through the chaos.
I’ll find Psalms 119, my road map for living a life empowered by Christ. I find Isaiah 54, the strength of God’s promise that I am rich in blessing, strength, and honor. I find Proverbs 31, where I’m reassured that a woman of God’s abundant love raises up a King.
“Wisdom comes from her lips, and
she speaks the law in kindness.”
When I read the Bible, I’m reminded that I can let it go, give it to God, and walk away from the chaotic moments of life. I don’t have to let them continue to block my path, restrict my way, or prevent me from getting things done that I need to do.
Then as I read my way through several more posts on Facebook, I realized that I’d posted something earlier that I probably should go read again. This poem kind of post someone was passing around, I left off the “share this post” message and reposted it with a beautiful flower.
Gathering Flowers for the Master’s Bouquet
“There is no controlling life.
Try corralling a lightning bolt,
containing a tornado. Dam a
stream and it will create a new
channel. Resist, and the tide
will sweep you off your feet.
Allow, and grace will carry
you to higher ground. The only
safety lies in letting it all in —
the wild and the weak; fear,
fantasies, failures and success.
When loss rips off the doors of
the heart, or sadness veils your
vision with despair, practice
becomes simply bearing the truth.
In the choice to let go of your
known way of being, the whole
world is revealed to your new eyes.”
There’s something incredibly wonderful about leaning on Jesus, leaving the burdens at his feet, and navigating life’s chaotic moments with my hand in His.
If you need a mentor, a consultant, or just someone to listen to and help you power through the ‘bullet points’ of your life, to get to a better place. It’s definitely worth a cup of coffee to guide you through those paths. Let’s talk! Coffee together offers great opportunity for sorting out the chaotic moments of life.