Plastic Cup in a Garbage Truck

Do you ever feel like a plastic cup in a garbage truck?

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You know, those days when the pressures and demands of daily life are so overwhelming you feel like you will be crushed by them? Like you just want to run away? Or go back to bed and then try to start the day over? Well, today was one of those days.

It’s a bit crazy over here.

Our dishwasher stopped working a few weeks ago. Not an essential appliance. But such a handy one. Then our washing machine broke. A bit more important. So this weekend we replaced them both. We found some good deals on Craigslist, but later realized they needed a bit of work before they were really “good deals.”

Yesterday I went to do my first load of laundry in the new washing machine. Why on earth does this front-load washing machine stink, I wondered? And what’s that black stuff I hadn’t noticed before...yep, mildew. Not cool. After a few cycles of bleach water, still no improvement. This may take a while to get clean.

Then last night, as hubby was installing the new dishwasher, he realized it needed a different supply line. And…the stores were closing in five minutes. That’s okay, I thought, staying calm. The water was turned off to the house, thanks to a defective shut-off valve spewing water all over the kitchen. But we don’t really need water through the night.

Everything’s fine. This is an adventure we will laugh about later. 

So this morning, we faced the day with two dishwashers laying sideways on the dirty kitchen floor, a smelly washing machine and lots of nasty towels. Sweet hubby got up at 5:30 am to be at Lowes when they opened. He got the supply line, came home and installed the new dishwasher. (I love having a handy husband!)

Then the toilet, the one we couldn’t flush through the night, that toilet – it overflowed. And I was still trying to figure out how to clean the washing machine so I could wash all these dirty towels. Guess we’ll be going to the laundromat today. And the kids will just have to use yesterday’s towels for swimming lessons.

Oh, and did I mention that I thought yesterday would be a good day to start stripping wallpaper from the dining room wall? Of course, it’s not coming down without a fight. We are switching rooms up over here, a move that involves five different spaces. But before it can be completed, the dining room wallpaper must come down and the walls must be painted. So on top of the appliances adventure, furniture is out of place and clutter is winning the battle for order.

So, it was just one of those days…when I feel like a plastic cup being crushed in a garbage truck.

One of those days when I need God to be my refuge.

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“O Lord my God, in You do I take refuge…” (Ps 7:1a). I read that verse a few days ago, and pondered the idea of “taking refuge.” It means to flee, to trust, to hope in. It involves “precipitate action.”* Google defines precipitate as, “acting suddenly or without careful consideration.”

I like that. Because on days like today, I don’t have any eloquent prayers or well-planned petitions. I just need help – suddenly, quickly, right now. I need more strength than I have. I need a guard over my tongue so I don’t hurt my little people who aren’t responsible for the craziness. I need Jesus – I need Him to produce His fruit in me (Gal 5:22-23). I certainly can’t produce it myself.

“…In returning and rest you shall be saved; in quietness and confidence shall be your strength…” (Is 30:15).

Quiet confidence. Settle that in my heart today, Lord.

Life is chaotic. But You are undisturbed. I am uptight and stressed out. But You are my unchanging God of peace. Carry me through the craziness, and let Your love control my words and actions. Let the people around me see a very active, very present God alive in me. One who cares about the details of life and gives strength in weakness. Make this mess beautiful, Lord.

How have you seen God be your refuge? What do you do when you feel like a plastic cup in a garbage truck?

*Lexical Aids to the Old Testament, Key Word Study Bible

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13 thoughts on “Plastic Cup in a Garbage Truck

  1. We all have days like that, don’t we? As I struggle with chronic illness my days are often less than hectic, but my heart can be hectic and I look to God as my refuge. I can rest in Him when life feels out of control and that’s a great comfort.

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  2. Meredith, I appreciate your post because when so many things go wrong, I do want to go hide or take a vacation. But you have to stick with it. I am grateful that we can hide in God, and He renews our strength. We talked about God being trustworthy on my blog, right? That’s cool how the messages overlap. It was a great post! Thanks for sharing.

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  3. For a moment, I thought I was reading about me. But then I realized you left out that our A/C has been broken for a month, the hall toilet won’t flush, and there are ants in the bathroom. I love seeing God’s hand in the chaos, I call life. Praise God for handy hubbies!

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  4. What a great image–I’ve had those days lately. And you’re right–sometimes we don’t need eloquence. We just need HELP. Thanks for the reminder that God is our constant and present source of help in our time of need.

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  5. Gee, that reminds me of the day when I started the washer and the sewer backed up into the toilet and into the shower where my husband was happily singing a song, poorly, I might add. And then… Well, let’s just say God IS our refuge. We’d never make it without Him.

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