View Full Version : God dances on my chips

01-07-05, 10:45 PM
I think this applies to all of us to learn to dance on our chips...

Not too long ago I had "one of those days". I was
feeling pressure from a writing deadline. I had
company arriving in a of 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 dinner.

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 a
Tupperware 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 empty.

It was the final straw. I let out a blood curdling
scream. "I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!"

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

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: 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 cried out for help, all the
while hoping God would show up with a celestial broom
and clean up the mess I've made of things.

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. 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 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 willing to learn the dance
steps He's dancin' with my needs in mind?

Honestly sometimes I sulk. Sometimes I dance. I'm
working on doing the dance more. I guess as I go on,
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.