Most days, I wake up fairly happy. It’s not like I wake up in the mood for a party but generally I’m not grumpy when I arise. I wake up and things seem pretty good, level, and fresh with possibilities. And then inevitably something will bump into my happy.
An early morning meltdown by one of my people. It’s amazing what a bad hair day can do to a teenager’s attitude.
Or a forgotten something for school. And one of my people wants their irresponsibility to suddenly become my emergency.
Or an e-mail from somebody who clearly gets high from trying to bring others down.
Or me misjudging our time and suddenly everything is rushed and hurried and stressful.
Or my husband Art fussing because he wants to keep the house at 68 degrees and I can’t stop shivering until the temperature hovers closer to 72. It’s amazing how much of a difference 4 degrees makes. (Seriously, 68 is like living in an ice cave. I’m just saying.)
Anyhow, things happen. Things that bump into my happy. And suddenly I’m a little off kilter and a little less nice.
Can you relate?
Well, I’m learning something about a little mental perspective I need to have when things bump into my happy. In that moment, Satan is scheming to have me help him out. If he can just get me jostled to the point where I react out of anger, it’s like lighting a spark near a puddle of gasoline.
Even the smallest spark can ignite quite a fire. A fire that will spread and feel much bigger than what the situation ever should have been.
Take the temperature discussion for example.
It should be just a simple discussion. But, add a little anger and suddenly things in my brain escalate to the point where I’ve just about convinced myself Art is completely insensitive and couldn’t care less about me.
Is that true? Of course not. He just likes to sit in his house without sweating. Surely, we could find a compromising temperature or I could go put on some socks and a sweatshirt.
Instead, when he bumped my happy, I sparked, and a ‘growth opportunity’ ensued that left us both feeling a little burned.
In other words, I played right into Satan’s scheme and helped him out. Remember, Satan’s very name means one who casts something between two to cause a separation. Be it a temperature issue, tight finances, a misunderstood statement, or one of the millions of little things that can bump our happy… we must remember we do have a choice.
We can choose to play into Satan’s schemes and add to his attempts to separate us from God’s best.
Or, we can choose to fight for our relationships and against Satan’s attempts to trip us up.
When I think about it in these terms, it helps me realize who my real enemy is.
My real enemy isn’t any of the people that bump my happy. My real enemy is the one who tries with all his might to get me to jump into a grumpy mood and help him tear down all that I love.
Well, you better back up and back off, Satan. I’m on to your schemes. And I have a totally new game plan for when my happy gets bumped. Starting with finding just the right pair of socks and a sweatshirt to wear in the ice cave I share with my burning hunk of love named Art.
What bumps your happy and sends you off kilter? Could this realization that it’s not just you feeling jostled but a scheme of Satan’s to separate give you a different perspective? I’d love to hear from you in the comments below.