Stacy Voss is an incredible speaker, Bible teacher, wife, mom and FRIEND! Yes, I am one of the blessed who call her friend. Today Stacy is guest posting on Joy Dance. After reading this, you will probably want more! So cruise on over to her website and enjoy: http://www.eyesofyourheart.com/
Yes, it's true. I've been in countless food fights. No place is off limits. For example, once my hubby and I started blowing powdered sugar off the brownies and onto each other at Cici's Pizza and you really don't want to know about the time we started throwing food at each other at Olive Garden (Who does that? Apparently, I do!) My shirt still has stains from the time we launched a full-scale war with birthday cake. Oh, did I mention it had red frosting?
I can't help but smile as I think about the many food fights I've been in. Each has a story, packed with more memories than calories in a hot-fudge sundae. So why all the talk about food fights? Well, remember my last post about Ooey-Gooey Grace? (If you didn't read it, you can scroll down or click here). In it, I talked about 1 Peter 1:13, which says, "Therefore, prepare your minds for action; be self-controlled; set your hope fully on the grace to be given you when Jesus Christ is revealed." What if the grace it refers to is that thing that’s supernaturally given to us right at the moment we're about to blow? What if we let that grace overcome us and then we lavish it on others like the rich frosting oozing over the sides of a fresh-baked cinnamon roll. Ooey-Gooey Grace.
Yes, this queen of food fights has a container of frosting in hand and is ready to go. 2 Corinthians 9:8 says, "And God is able to make all grace abound to you, so that in all things at all times, having all that you need, you will abound in every good work" (emphasis mine). With this abounding grace at the ready--not grace that comes from us, of course--let's commit to throwing it around like never before. It might look completely different than what we expected, as might the results. For example, the other night my husband said something that hurt me. It wasn't a thousand dollar offense, but it stung enough that it wouldn't go away on its own. After praying the Ooey-Gooey over my words, I said, "Hey, that hurt when you . . . "
Allen misunderstood my words and thought I was starting a fight (a literal one mind you, not one with frosting-like grace). Instead, I stopped and said, "I'm so sorry. I was inviting you into understanding why I started shutting down on you." It led to a heartfelt conversation that honored each other and our marriage.
What about you? How have your food fights been going? I'd love to hear about them. Just remember, this is about Grace, so please don't bad-mouth or demean anyone as you share.
Happy Ooey-Gooey Flingin'.