Digging and Denying

Digging and Denying

1 Peter: 6-11 “Humble yourselves, therefore, under the mighty hand of God so that at the proper time he may exalt you, casting all your anxieties on him, because he cares for you. Be sober-minded; be watchful. Your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour. Resist him, firm in your faith, knowing that the same kinds of suffering are being experienced by your brotherhood throughout the world. And I after you have suffered a little while, the God of all grace, who has called you to his eternal glory in Christ, will himself restore, confirm, strengthen, and establish you. To him be the dominion forever and ever. Amen.”

I need to preface this with there is going to be a curse word used in this.  Yes, Mama, I know…it’s intended for devotional purposes, but I need, yes, NEED, to use the exact phrasing this time.  It’s pivotal for the comedic value.  So now…I will tell you about my day at work yesterday…

I work as a barista/smoothie maker part time at a very high end gym (i.e. lots of fake tah-tahs, and a lotta doctors and lawyers) as my part time, get-out-there-and get-ideas-for-writing job.  It’s pretty nice, I won’t lie.  I get an easy job AND a cheap gym membership at a really expensive place.  Oh…I guess that means I can’t sit around on my butt anymore…

But anyway, it was about 15 minutes until I was about to close down for the day when I would typically be cleaning and preparing for the closing duties when this woman walked up while I was cleaning dishes.  Scared the bajeezes outta me too, by the way.  When I turned around I saw this woman, and forgive me, but she just had the look of a woman that wouldn’t have much personality (or maybe too much, and I think you’ll know what I mean when I describe her).  She had VERY obvious botox going on…HUGE injected lips…some tig ol’ biddies on top of a very tiny, cute body.  She was attractive, no doubt, but she was definitely a real, life Barbie doll. 

And you know what? I judged her too soon…

She was HI-larious!

So we start chatting.  I ask if she had a nice workout.  Yes, but I was lazy she answers.  Then she begins telling me she needs to lose weight (she didn’t).  And sidenote***Ladies, we need to stop beating ourselves up about losing weight, being perfect, and being a size 0.  I’m guilty too, so no judgement.  ***End sidenote.  Then she says her husband asked her to do this cleanse thing with her because he has gained weight.  She told him heck no because you couldn’t have carbs (you go, girl!).  Well, long story short, her friend arrives and the conversation takes a turn for the weird…

She’s telling her friend about this weird, at-home test you can do on yourself to check if you have too much yeast by spitting in a glass and watching it go down.  And by the way…if anyone has more info about this?  Please let me know.  I’m as curious as a teenage boy in a group of girls!  Well, I don’t know how it got there, but the tah-tah, big lipped, funny lady says this…

“So I’m walking with my mom (here she looks at her friend, rolls her eyes) you know my mom (they both laugh, roll eyes again).  Well…you’ll never guess what she tells me!” 

Now, mind you, she’s telling both of us, but I don’t know her mom.  I’m keeping an open mind as to what is coming next. 

Needless to say…I wasn’t prepared. 

“She took a shit in the tub.”

Um…exCUSE me?????  Was she drunk?  Did she fall and break her hip?  SOOOOO many questions going on in my head as my jaw drops. 

“She thought she had worms, so she took a shit in the tub.  Then, she puts it on a plate and sifts through it.  SHE SIFTS THROUGH IT!” 

I thought I was going to pee with laughter or barf right there.  All I could think was I couldn’t wait to get home and tell my husband so we could laugh and he could be as grossed out as me.  Either way…it made me stop and think a little.  How often do I do the same thing?  Sift through my own stinky…smelly shit?

Every day. 

Not to be sacrilegious with the whole “S” word, but I felt it made more sense in my own head.  It really is bad stuff so it deserves that word.  Basically, we so often will take our own problems.  Our own troubles.  Struggles.  Terrible decisions.  Everything that we shouldn’t be doing in life…and instead of admitting we need God? 

We deny it.  We deny His love.

Then we sift around in that big, stinky, nasty, steaming pile of shit that we made…looking for solutions.  Just like her mom was looking for worms.  Now, I beg the question…does that make ANY sense at all?????

Um…NO!

I mean, let’s begin with the fact that this woman was looking for worms that DOG’S get!  Humans can’t even get those!  I kid, I kid!  But really…the fact begins with this:  we are the problem.  Us looking into the world and our own selves as opposed to the Lord is where the worms begin. 

I’ll always be the first to admit when I’m the guiltiest of guilty in sifting and digging, denying and lying…not only to myself.  But the Big Guy upstairs.  But at the end of the day no matter how much we continue to dig around, getting ourselves all stinky and nasty? 

He’ll still clean up our mess.