I was in full on mom organization mode. A new school year will do that to you. New planners, new schedules, a fresh start and I was not going to be behind the ball. I planned my menus for the first full week of school schedule craziness and was pretty darn proud of the accomplishment. I was prepared to get meals on the table at 6 no matter what the schedule. For 5 whole minutes I was on track to being super mom and cook extraordinaire…
Until the family started drifting in from wherever they had been to find me proudly displaying a piping hot Pioneer Woman Chicken Tortilla Casserole.
I was giving myself a pretty solid pat on the back for tackling Ree’s casserole. I even picked the produce from the garden to assemble this culinary delight. I snuck a bite and was pretty happy with my new found recipe, of course you can’t screw up a Pioneer Woman casserole.
So as I was beaming about my offering to my family, imagine how my rosy glowed feeling of accomplishment was quickly replaced with a major case of flat out PO’d in this scenario. One of my beloveds took a look at my awesome casserole and pitched a fit about beans in the casserole. Another said can’t you just make dinner without tossing it all in bowl and mixing it all together. Another didn’t like the green stuff and another didn’t want Mexican food.
Let’s define my level of PO’d. It took just about everything I had not to toss that casserole at my ungrateful brood in very large clumps, smacking each one in their pretty little kissers. My only deterrent was I’d have been cleaning up the mess. Instead I took the high road. Pouted like a spoiled brat, marched down the stairs, and retreated to my office for the rest of the night. I stewed in my little den of discontent considering all the ways I would get back at my rotten bunch until I heard foot steps heading to bed and quietness descend upon the house.
I was still fired up when I arrived at my ladies’ BS group the next morning. BS standing for Bible Study or sometimes the derogatory term. The BS group has a strict code of silence about discussing husbands, kids, relatives and peoples flaws in general. Sorta of like Las Vegas. What gets uttered in BS stays in BS. Support from the BS ladies is unconditional.
So I knew when I laid out the transgressions of my ungrateful crew at BS the ladies would have my back. They gave me all sorts of ideas on how to exact my revenge. Really crappy menu plans, flat out refusal to cook until previous casserole has been eaten in full, flat out refusal to cook period. All really great ideas that I would expand upon on my drive home.
Settled with a plan of attack to get back at my family’s betrayal our bible study began and I’d be darned if the Good Lord didn’t take it upon himself to share a little wisdom regarding my flopped meal plans by sticking a bible study in front of my on children who don’t eat what you cook.
As I read the first few lines I shrank into my chair when the author discussed how she lost it on her family for rejecting the meal she cooked I kind of knew I was info a smack down for my own transgressions. It seems that we do not have the power to be gracious or kind all on our own. It seams that all OUR good deeds have a little bit of stink on them. Isaiah 64:6 says, “all our righteous deeds are like a polluted garment…” In and of ourselves, we cannot do good. It seems that revenge and a snarky attitude are at the edge of my fingers all the time. It seems that without the Holy Spirit, specifically “The fruit of the Spirit,” I am a pretty nasty little beast. So all MY good works that I had planned, in essence, to prove to my family that I was the kindest, most sweetest, bestest little wife and mother were done for my benefit and not for the Lord’s. Which is where all my great planning took a major league detour into a bad construction zone.
God does a way better job spelling out and explaining the fruit of the Spirit in Galatians 5:22-23 so when you get the chance brush up on the fruits there. You’ll be glad you did.
For me I need to spend a little more time letting the Holy Spirit work Patience fruit into me and add a healthy dose of understanding for good measure
You see I didn’t take into account the following when serving MY casserole and doing MY good deed:
Rain decided to bypass our farms for about the 6th straight week meaning my hubby’s irrigation schedule did not get a break, Again. He was highly disappointed and a lot tired and pretty worn out and he has never been a super fan of casseroles, even if they have been penned by the wonderful Ree Drummond. The first full week of school which includes group meetings, sport practices, and in general over anxious, unsettled feelings of getting back into a routine wipes out the best kids, and mine are (wink, wink) usually pretty close to the best category.
So I gotta give props to God again this week as he always seems to give me just the right info at just the right time. I mean our Bible Study was not written the night before when my gorgeous casserole was given a big fat fail. Yet the chapter was discussing how the author was not able to get her kids to eat. Coincidence or God? I’ll let you be the judge.
Here’s praying you let the Holy Spirit work a little “fruit of the Spirit” into you.
P.S. The bible study the our Ladies’ BS group is working through is God’s in the Laundry Room written by Susan Senechal. If you really want to understand the “fruit of the Spirit” better Susan is a really writer with a much better handle on teaching this topic.