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You can’t defeat worry, fear or bad habits with feeble weapons

Do you ever do something so ridiculously crazy that you want to keep the story out of the paper?

It was a toss-up as to whether I should allow myself to be viewed as a complete ditzy ol’ woman or whether I should just preserve the slight facade of sanity I have left.

I was mulling this over when a complete stranger told me my escapades made her feel better about herself, gave her hope. So, in an effort to make others feel better about their own lives when compared to my own, here goes and it even sounds bad the second time around.

Several years ago I was enjoying the demolition side of home remodeling. Most of the time anything in my wake is in danger of being destroyed. Therefore, I like it when it’s legitimate “destruction.”

We were attempting to put down new flooring, so the old had to come up. In order to do the job, I rushed down to my favorite home improvement store. I picked up a hand scraper. It was love at first sight. I was told I also needed a long-handled tile scraper. Items purchased I set out to get the job done.

I often rush in and tear up things quickly and without thought. The “get-her-done” approach lends itself to issues. I plunged headlong into my demo work. I pushed on that long-handled tile scraper and I pushed some more. Nothing budged except the skin on my hands. I decided to lay down my long-handled tool and give my hand scraper a try. Now that’s what I’m talking about, y’all.

Things were moving right along and then I hit a tough spot. My knees locked up on me. I needed to approach the floor from a standing position. Reaching for my long-handled scraper, some tile actually came up, but not easily.

Now this wasn’t my first tile scraping rodeo. I was puzzled. Why was my long-handled tile scraper so hard to use this time? A fellow who totally gets that I’m not sharpest knife in the drawer asked me, “Did you put a blade on the end of the scraper?”

“Blade? Blade, you say? Doesn’t it come with one already attached? I have to put it on there? Is that what was wrapped in that cardboard thingamagig?” There you have it. An entire floor removed with extreme difficulty all because I didn’t read the instructions.

OK. Where’s “that’ll preach” in that? I was thinking about how we want to tear down things like worry, fear or habits, but we attack them with feeble weapons. We attempt to chip away at things in our own power. The long-handled tools of hope and faith are nothing when not attached to God who is the power and strength.

It’s time to slow down. He will direct our steps. Prov 24:3-5 is my first line of instruction. “By wisdom a house is built, and through understanding it is established; through knowledge its rooms are filled with rare and beautiful treasures. A wise man has great power, and a man of knowledge increases strength.” Be still and know that He is God. That’s a tile of beauty; y’all and that’ll get her done.

Kandi Farris, a freelance correspondent, also is a speaker on matters of faith and values.

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