I was running late, which is more normal for me than not, unfortunately. The kids had stayed the night at my mom’s and my girls and I were supposed to be involved in a running event that was taking place sooner than I cared to acknowledge.
It happened to be the Fourth of July and my attitude was on the edge of rupturing and popping with the best of any ear-piercing firecrackers.
When I’m running late I just get bent out of shape, and anyone around me reaps the negative results. This was one of those times—one where I felt ready to burst and far from control of anything reasonably manageable.
I rushed into my mom’s house to grab my daughters so we could quickly make it to the park where the race was to begin in ten minutes. My sass-tude finally caved and wildly flared when I walked in to everyone still sleeping!
Like a string of black-cats that had just been lit, I set fire with my words! “Why in the world are y’all still sleeping?!! We have to be there in ten minutes!! If you’re coming with me then get up and get going!! Hurry up!!!”
You know the saying ‘dynamite comes in small packages’…that was me right then—except I’d bypassed any caution tags and went full on explosive.
The kids stirred around and then groggily got up for the day, probably proud of their country, but certainly not their mother’s booming voice.
No joke, my husband heard me from outside and decided to head out for his prior obligations without a good-bye.
Paige dropped out of the race within seconds of my arrival and McKenzie committed, probably out of pity…and Warren must’ve went into hiding.
These poor kids! This right here is another example of why I’m forever saying ‘I’m gonna mess them up’ —it’s because of times like this! Ugh!
These aren’t lovely ‘mama-moments’ to recall!!
That short-fuse scene has been dubbed ‘Fourth of July Freak Out’ by my family…and we do laugh about it..now…more so in a mocking sort of way.
My guess is you can probably relate…maybe you too have had a Fourth of July Freak Out moment? …Side note: Fourth of July Freak Outs aren’t just cohesive to July 4th.
Mine are few and far between these days thankfully, but every once in a while they show up with a bang, such as this particular episode.
I was able to quickly blow this off and by the time the race started I was good to go; I ran off any crazy that remained, but that didn’t mean I didn’t owe apologies to my loved ones afterwards.
I’ve noticed that often times when I begin the day in anger, I end it with shame…and this day was no exception.
Check out Psalm 32:8-10,
The Lord says, “I will guide you along the best pathway for your life. I will advise you and watch over you. Do not be like a senseless horse or mule that needs a bit and bridle to keep it under control.” Many sorrows come to the wicked, but unfailing love surrounds those who trust the Lord.
I love the direction this verse points us…it takes us right to God.
The truth is, without God’s leading over my path I’d have so many more Fourth of July Freak Outs. Granted I’d love for zero, but nonetheless the closer I walk with Him my bad attitude fizzles out, my hot words melt, and my cold heart warms with Jesus’ love.
Walking with Him just makes sense, and it brings calm to so many potential outbursts before they have any time to unload. This happens by staying in the Good Word, committed prayer, and fellowship with other believers as we hold one another accountable.
This Christian thing isn’t easy. It requires obedience, mercy and grace, and a humble heart.
When I act on my own, I neglect or refuse to acknowledge those things, but when I keep in-line with Christ all of them fall into place like the most beautiful of any firework display, the type that causes you to ‘oooh and ahhh!’
Instead of battling Fourth of July Freak Outs, I want to proclaim victory through Him where the best kind of freedom is truly found in God alone, and streams of color light up not just the sky, but the path of my life as well.