Well, today, I dropped my cup. My full cup. In a restaurant. At the register. Normally I would have jumped to clean it up but today I was left practically powerless. I did, of course, try to clean up the mess by picking up the ice but I had nothing. No napkins, no kleenex, certainly no mop. I had made a mess and brought down my friend and an innocent bystander with me, as their legs were equally as covered with Diet Coke as mine. After being told numerous times to not worry about it that they would clean it up, we all had a laugh, thankfully, and after I got off the floor picking up ice, I was rewarded with a new Diet Coke and we headed on our way.
Driving down the road I just kind of laughed to myself. How many times have I made a mess in my life and tried to clean it up by myself when clearly I didn't have the tools to do so? How many times has the Lord done what He has always done by telling me to just let Him clean it up. To allow HIM to help me? How many times have I told him, "I've got this, really"? How many times have I had to "spill my cup" with no paper towels before I allow Him to clean up the mess? To show me that had I been paying attention or allowed Him to take control in the first place that the mess never would have happend, my feet would not be wet and my jeans sticky with Diet Coke?
I feel like so often in our lives we reach this point. We reach the point where we drop our cups, try to clean up the mess ourselves and it just gets bigger and stickier. Why do we always think we can do it ourselves? Because we are born sinful and full of pride. I am not different and I do not claim to be. There are many days where I "just handle it" or try to. On those days I end up anxious, angry and short-tempered taking out friends, family and innocent bystanders in my path. I need to remember daily to let the Lord in. To allow him to help me hold my cup. Two hands are better than one.
I found this quote today on Pinterest and felt like it was a great illustration of my lesson learned today. Thing is, if I allow the Lord to be a consistent in my life and I let go of my proverbial cup, his hand is there not letting it drop even when I let go. Because I am weak and He is my strength. Nothing is too heavy for Him.