Though the righteous fall seven times, they rise again,
but the wicked stumble when calamity strikes.
—PROVERBS 24:16
Rewarding. That’s what this particular day was supposed to be, my shining-star day at my kids’ school. Finally, I was going to get the “Really Good Mommy Award.”
This is not an official award on a frame-worthy piece of fine linen paper. It’s just a feeling—that feeling of getting a thumbs-up and acceptance nod that you are in fact doing an okay job as a mom.
I had volunteered to make one hundred individually wrapped homemade brownies. And I was going to be completely fancy and use the turtle brownie mix that comes in a box. That’s as close to homemade as I get.
After baking all those brownies and allowing them to cool, I cut and lifted each one into the safety of its own little baggie and recruited my daughters to help me finish up. We bagged up brownies ninety-five, ninety-six, ninety-seven, and then a disaster of epic proportions occurred.
Nuts.
These turtle brownies had nuts in them. Lots of nuts. And there I was standing over individually wrapped brownie number ninety-seven listening to my daughter’s reminder that our school was, in fact, a peanut-free school.
My arms started flailing about as if to gather the pieces of my scattered brain and tuck everything back into place. I sent the kids out of the room and ate brownies ninety-eight, ninety-nine, and one hundred.
When circumstances shift and we feel like we fall short, we should ask, How can I see Jesus even in this?
No shining star. No Really Good Mommy Award. No happy, proud kids elated with their mom’s efforts.
I spent the rest of the day trying to process this great brownie failure. I saw it as a debacle that defined my motherhood journey. Grand visions that led to big messes that led to unmet expectations that heaped more and more guilt on my already slightly fragile motherhood psyche.
And that’s exactly where Satan would have loved for me to stay. That’s his daily goal, actually. If Satan can use our everyday experiences, both big and small, to cripple our true identities, then he renders God’s people totally ineffective for the Kingdom of Christ.
These were brownies for a school bake sale. And these brownies had somehow knocked me to the ground. I didn’t want to smile. I didn’t want to be kind. I didn’t want to be a disciple for Christ that day. Ever been there?
Satan wants us to entertain a very dangerous thought: Why doesn’t Jesus work for me? This is never the right question. Instead, when circumstances shift and we feel like we fall short, we should ask, How can I see Jesus even in this?
The only way I can ask myself this question is when I pull back from whatever situation I’m facing and separate my circumstance from my identity.
Now let’s state what is true. Despite my feelings, my identity stayed the same. I am a loving mom. I am a giving person. I am a woman who takes her responsibilities seriously. I am a daughter of the King.
All of this is true despite my failures. So, though I had a whole mess of extra brownies with nuts laying around and the school didn’t have any brownies for the bake sale that day, this mishap didn’t define me. The only thing it meant was that I needed to read the bake sale instruction sheet a little closer next time.
That’s it. It’s simply a call to action not a call to condemnation. And did you notice the response of the righteous man in Proverbs 24:16? Though he fell time and again, he kept getting up. May we do the very same thing.
Dear Lord, help me separate my circumstances from my identity. Help me only determine my worth by Your truth and not my performance in any situation. Thank You for looking at me not as I am, but how Jesus has enabled me to be. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.