Last night I was trying to get an FM radio setup in the kitchen so that we could listen to some Christian tunes in the a.m. while getting ready for school – sort of a “pump you up” session before heading off into the great unknown, known as a huge, public high school.
It shouldn’t have been hard, but at each step – unplugging the radio from the wall across the house, required me to move the bed, to be able to plug the extension cord that the radio had been plugged into back into the wall, so that the other devices relying on power could operate during the night – like my white noise machine to cover up the slightly less white noise of my spouse – seemed to be more involved than necessary. Then trying to plug the radio into the kitchen outlet was a no-go. One of the prongs was bent and the newer kitchen outlets were having none of that.
Thankfully, an outlet just around the corner allowed for power while the radio sat on a counter. Oh, and the cord wasn’t going to act like a trip wire, either. So that was a good thing.
I was getting a little annoyed at how complex this seemingly simple maneuver was becoming. It seemed something was thwarting my every move. I was asking God why he wasn’t making this easier when it was something I was doing for him. I know, these are minor things, but at midnight, they start getting on your nerves.
God just said, pull through and you’ll be glad for the struggle. I must admit it was a difficult finding a good attitude, but with some literal gritting of my teeth, I managed not to mumble too much under my breath, etc.
Once the radio was operational, a wave of accomplishment and knowledge that something bigger than plugging in a radio had occurred. Some battling was going to be happening tomorrow in that kitchen – not between flesh and blood, but between principalities and powers.
The added hassles lent a sense of anticipation that would not have been there had the process been easy.
As always, Father knows best!
Oh, and some battles were won.