This morning, a very precocious first grader at my school spilled her box of crayons. The bottom of the box gave in and the crayons poured out all over her desk. Her teacher was giggling because after she spilled the pack, she carefully put them all back in, one at a time and then, of course, the crayons proceeded to spill out the other end of the box.
The little girl was so frustrated she tearfully told her teacher that this was a “catastrophe!”
Don’t you hate when you have a spilled box of crayons kind of day? You get the bottom knocked out from under you, carefully pick back up the pieces, and then watch them come out of the opposite side?
It can certainly feel like a catastrophe.
Aren’t those days just the worst?
I know when I have days like this I look around for something, or someone, to blame.
“She is the reason my day was awful.”
“If that had not happened, everything would have been fine.”
Sometimes I’m just trying to take away any blame I might have in the problem. Sure, I should have checked the bottom of the crayon box. Of course, I should not have tried to put them back in the opposite way.
My fault or not, pointing fingers will never get me anywhere. Instead, when I point fingers, I should be pointing just one finger (no.. not that finger) and this finger should be pointing up.
This finger is not a pointing blame finger by any means. This finger is telling me there is only one way to get through this crayon box spilling life of mine. Only one way to pick up the pieces after they seem to fall over and over again.
When I have catastrophes, I seek Him first. When I have joys, I thank Him first.
Watch what happens when you seek Him first.
Watch what Jesus can do with a box of crayons.
Watch Him brighten your world over and over again.