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PostSubject: IS GOD DANCING ON YOUR POTATO CHIPS?   IS GOD DANCING ON YOUR POTATO CHIPS? Icon_minitimeMon Sep 17, 2007 1:01 pm


Not too long ago I had "one of those days." I was feeling pressure from a
writing deadline. I had company arriving in a couple days and the toilet
was clogged. I went to the bank, and the trainee teller processing my
deposit had to start over three times. I swung by the supermarket to pick
up a few things and the lines were serpentine. By the time I got home, I
was frazzled and sweaty and in a hurry to get something on the table for

Deciding on Campbell's Cream of Mushroom soup, I grabbed a can opener,
cranked open the can, then remembered I had forgotten to buy milk at the
store. Nix the soup idea. Setting the can aside, I went to plan B, which
was leftover baked beans. I grabbed the Tupperware container from the
fridge, popped the seal, took a look and groaned. My husband isn't a picky
eater, but even HE won't eat baked beans that look like caterpillars.

Really frustrated now, I decided on a menu that promised to be as
foolproof as it is nutrition-free: hot dogs and potato chips. Retrieving a
brand new bag of chips from the cupboard, I grabbed the cellophane and
gave a hearty pull. The bag didn't open. I tried again. Nothing happened.
I took a breath, doubled my muscle, and gave the bag a hearty wrestle.
With a loud pop, the cellophane suddenly gave way, ripping wide from top
to bottom. Chips flew sky high. I was left holding the bag, and it was

It was the final straw. I let out a blood curdling scream,


My husband heard my unorthodox cry for help. Within minutes he was
standing at the doorway to the kitchen, where he surveyed the damage: an
opened can of soup, melting groceries, moldy baked beans, and one
quivering wife standing ankle deep in potato chips. My husband did the
most helpful thing he could think of at the moment. He took a flying leap,
landing flat-footed in the pile of chips. And then he began to stomp and
dance and twirl, grinding those chips into my linoleum in the process!

I stared. I fumed. Pretty soon I was working to stifle a smile. Eventually
I had to laugh. And finally I decided to join him. I, too, took a leap
onto the chips. And then I danced. Now I'll be the first to admit that my
husband's response wasn't the one I was looking for. But the truth is, it
was exactly what I needed. I didn't need a cleanup crew as much as I
needed an attitude adjustment, and the laughter from that rather funky
moment provided just that.

So now I have a question for you, and it's simply this: Has God ever
stomped on your chips? I know that, in my life, there have been plenty of
times when I've gotten myself into frustrating situations and I've cried
out for help, all the while hoping God would show up with a celestial
broom and clean up the mess.

What often happens instead is that God dances on my chips, answering my
prayer in a completely different manner than I had expected, but in the
manner that is best for me after all. Sometimes I can see right away that
God's response was the best one after all. Sometimes I have to wait weeks
or months before I begin to understand how and why God answered a
particular prayer the way he did. There are even some situations that,
years later, I'm still trying to understand. I figure God will fill me in
sooner or later, either this side of Heaven or beyond.

Do I trust Him? Even when he's answering my prayers in a way that is
completely different from my expectations? Even when he's dancing and
stomping instead of sweeping and mopping:? Can I embrace what He's
offering? Can I let His joy adjust my attitude? Am I going to stand on
the sidelines and sulk, or am I willing to learn the steps of the dance
he's dancin' with my needs in mind? I'll be honest with you: Sometimes I
sulk. Sometimes I dance. I'm working on doing more of the latter than the
former. I guess the older I get the more I realize that He really does know
what He's doing. He loves me and I can trust Him. Even when the chips
are down.
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