Updated: Apr 28, 2020
Let love and faithfulness never leave you; bind them around your neck, write them on the tablet of your heart. Then you will win favor and a good name in the sight of God and man. Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight. Do not be wise in your own eyes; fear the Lord and shun evil. Proverbs 3:2-7
Something happened to me this week that made me think of the favorite scripture passage of one of my sisters. It’s a very familiar passage: Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will direct your paths.
I went to visit my good friend. She recently had surgery, and a birthday and I had stayed away. All of the kiddos at our house had the wretching bug and I didn’t think my friend needed to be exposed.
But this day, the bug had moved out, I had a free couple of hours and so over I went. We sat and chatted for a while and I was getting hungry. She and I have been close friends for a long time. We have known each other since our ages started with a 2, so helping myself to her snack stash was totally ok, expected even.
I went out to her kitchen and, honestly, there wasn’t much there… it was mostly sick people food; yogurt, pudding and other things like that. I looked around and spotted a jar of peanuts. I thought to myself, ooh, I love peanuts. I grabbed the jar, opened it and scooped out a generous handful and shoved them in my mouth.
That was when everything went wrong. They tasted so bad. Really really bad. They were rotten. I went to the trash can and spit them out. Then I was at the sink rinsing the toxic taste out of my mouth.
I started singing Found A Peanut. Remember that? Found a peanut, found a peanut, found a peanut last night. Last night I found a peanut, found a peanut last night. It was rotten, it was rotten…. You get the picture.
I retrieved the offending jar to get a closer look. Maybe the peanuts weren’t rotten. Maybe they were flavored with some horrible flavor like Wasabi.
Now, one thing I haven’t mentioned. My vision for details is not so great. It’s a combination of my age and a chronic illness that is slowly making everything look like it has a dream filter. It’s kind of nice really. I haven’t aged in 5 years, and neither has my husband.
As I held the jar really close to my face so I could read the label, I noticed that the contents looked less like peanuts to me – up close. I held the jar even closer and looked past the label to the peanuts. That was when it hit me.
It wasn’t Peanuts.
It was CAT FOOD.
It was just one more reminder to me that I cannot lean on my own understanding; not in the little things and certainly not in the big things. The God who made me is the only One who can always be trusted. His wisdom is perfect.
Two things I learned that day:
Don’t trust the food containers in someone else’s kitchen.
And Jesus will never switch out the peanuts and feed me cat food.
Don’t forget to Laugh &
Here’s a great song for you today. I love the music of Jason Gray!