“It is what it is.”
This is one of my most favorite statements to proclaim when things are not going my way, seem to be spiraling out of control or my presupposed plan has to be completely altered. It simply is what it is. You’ve just got to roll with the punches and go with the flow. I’ve never been a control freak but instead I am one who can typically see the bigger picture and better understands why something will or will not work. However, I do not have to have my own way and never demand it. I do like some sense of order in my life, even though you could never tell it by the chaos that is my house (but I have a theory about this which involves better organization, less stuff and having a second bedroom someday but I digress …), so if someone moves something on my desk at work it will be moved back to the correct spot. That is about the extent of the organization in my life … if I make set plans with friends then I stick to them but other than that whatever I plan for myself can change at a moment’s notice. I use a handwritten calendar to keep up with my life vs. a digital calendar because I like to write and because I remember things better that way. It has also allowed my creative side to really come forward. But again, I digress.
This past week has been one of the most stress-filled weeks of my life. It was glorious. (Please read that dripping in sarcasm.) Instead of turning to the Word of God for comfort and focus, I just plowed ahead and allowed the busyness of all that was before me to overwhelm me. I did not manage my time well … shocker … and due to that fact, an event I hosted suffered. While to those on the outside it may have seemed quite lovely, I will always know in my heart what it could have been and what it wasn’t because of improper planning on my part.
This past weekend I have mourned my unrealized expectations as well as looked my pride and my false sense of perfection in the face. I have been humbled by all three. I struggle to ask for help when I truly need it. I am still like that stubborn toddler that insists she can put her right shoe on her left foot. I don’t want to need help. I want to be capable of doing this all by myself. And I am not. It is what it is.
As I took a few minutes this morning to catch up on the reading I missed from last week I read these verses …
“Lord, you alone are my inheritance, my cup of blessing. You guard all that is mine.” Psalm 16:5
“God is our refuge and strength, always ready to help in times of trouble. … ‘Be still and know that I am God! I will be honored by every nation. I will be honored throughout the world.’ The Lord of Heaven’s Armies is here among us; the God of Israel is our fortress. Interlude“ Psalm 46:1, 10-11
“But now, O Jacob, listen to the Lord who created you. O Israel, the one who formed you says, ‘Do not be afraid, for I have ransomed you, I have called you by name; you are mine. When you go through deep waters, I will be with you. When you go through rivers of difficulty, you will not drown. When you walk through the fire of oppression you will not be burned up; the flames will not consume you.” Isaiah 43:1-2
Thank you for going before me this past week ready to meet me where I needed it the most with your Word. Please forgive me for relying on my own feeble strength and not turning to you when I needed you the most. Thank you for your faithfulness and patience with me, your stubborn one. Thank you for being gracious enough to still redeem the time this weekend by allowing us to enter into your presence Friday night as we prayed over my sweet sister and precious niece. Please continue to go before us in the days ahead. Thank you for loving me just as I am but not allowing me to stay this way.
I love you.
In Jesus’s Name I Pray,
Moving on and letting go … 🙂
It is what it is.
I love you all!!