A little inspiration to lift our spirits!

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A dear friend sent me this, I hope you all will enjoy it!

Amber

Nick's mom

Subject: FW: FW: Does God Dance on Your Potato Chips?

>

> > >

> > >This was pretty good and pretty cute - had to send it

> > >

> > >Does God Dance on Your Potato Chips?

> > >

> > >This is an inspiring little story that is sure to change the outlook

> > >of your day....

> > >

> > >Not too long ago I had " one of those days " .  I was feeling pressure

> > >from

> a

> > >writing deadline.  I had company arriving in a couple days and the

> > >toilet was clogged.  I went to the bank, and the trainee teller

> > >processing my deposit had to start over three times.  I swung by the

> > >supermarket to

> pick

> > >up a few things and the lines were serpentine.

> > >

> > >By the time I got home, I was frazzled and sweaty and in a hurry to

> > >get something on the table for dinner.  Deciding on 's Cream

> > >of Mushroom Soup, I grabbed a can opener, cranked open the can, then

> > >remembered I had forgotten to buy milk at the store.  Nix the soup

> > >idea.  Setting the can aside, I went to plan B, which was leftover

> > >baked beans.  I grabbed a Tupperware from the seal and took a look.

> > >My husband isn't a picky

> eater,

> > >but even HE won't eat baked beans that look like caterpillars.

> > >Really frustrated, now, I decided on a menu that promised to be as

> > >foolproof as

> it

> > >is nutrition-free: hot dogs and potato chips.  Retrieving a brand new

> > >bag of chips from the cupboard, I grabbed the cellophane and gave a

> > >hearty pull. The bag didn't open.  I tried again.  Nothing happened.

> > >I took a breath, doubled my muscle, and gave the bag a hearty

> > >wrestle.  With a loud pop,

> the

> > >cellophane suddenly gave way, ripping wide from top to bottom.  Chips

> flew

> > >sky high.  I was left holding the bag, and it was empty.

> > >

> > >It was the final straw.  I let out a blood curdling scream: " I CAN'T

> > >TAKE IT ANYMORE!!! "

> > >

> > >My husband heard my unorthodox cry for help.  Within minutes he was

> > >standing at the doorway to the kitchen, where he surveyed the damage:

> > >An opened

> can

> > >of soup, melting groceries, moldy baked beans, and one quivering wife

> > >standing ankle deep in potato chips.  My husband did the most helpful

> thing

> > >he could think of at the moment.  He took a flying leap, landing

> > >flat-footed in the pile of chips.  And then he began to stomp and

> > >dance and twirl, grinding those chips into my linoleum in the

> > >process!  I stared.  I

> fumed.

> > >Pretty soon I was working to stifle a smile.  Eventually I had to

> > >laugh. And finally I decided to join him.  I, too, took a leap onto

> > >the chips. And then I danced.

> > >

> > >Now I'll be the first to admit that my husband's response wasn't the

> > >one

> I

> > >was looking for.  But the truth is, it was exactly what I needed.  I

> didn't

> > >need a cleanup crew as much as I needed an attitude adjustment, and

> > >the laughter from that rather funky moment provided just that.

> > >

> > >So now I have a question for you, and it's simply this: Has God ever

> > >stomped on your chips?  I know that, in my life, there have been

> > >plenty of times when I've gotten myself into frustrating situations

> > >and I've cried out

> for

> > >help, all the while hoping God would show up with a celestial broom

> > >and clean up the mess I've made of things.  What often happens

> > >instead is

> that

> > >God dances on my chips, answering my prayer in a completely different

> > >manner than I had expected, but in the manner that is best for me

> > >after all. Sometimes I can see right away that God's response was the

> > >best one after all.  Sometimes I have to wait weeks or months before

> > >I begin to

> understand

> > >how and why God answered a particular prayer the way he did.  There

> > >are even some situations that, years later, I'm still trying to

> > >understand.  I figure

> > >God will fill me in sooner or later, either this side of Heaven or

> beyond.

> > >

> > >Do I trust Him?  Even when He's answering my prayers in a way that is

> > >completely different from my expectations?  Even when He's dancing

> > >and stomping instead of sweeping and mopping?  Can I embrace what

> > >He's offering? Can I let His joy adjust my attitude?  Am I going to

> > >stand on the

> sidelines

> > >and sulk, or am I willing to learn the steps of the dance He's

> > >dancin'

> with

> > >my needs in mind?  I'll be honest with you: Sometimes I sulk.

> > >Sometimes

> I

> > >dance.  I'm working on doing more of the latter than the former.  I

> > >guess the older I get the more I realize that He really does know

> > >what He's doing. He loves me and I can trust Him.  Even when the

> > >chips are down.

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I love this, thank you for sharing!!!

Deana

Mom to 12 ncf and 6 wcf

FW: FW: Does God Dance on Your Potato Chips?

>

> > >

> > >This was pretty good and pretty cute - had to send it

> > >

> > >Does God Dance on Your Potato Chips?

> > >

> > >This is an inspiring little story that is sure to change the outlook

> > >of your day....

> > >

> > >Not too long ago I had " one of those days " . I was feeling pressure

> > >from

> a

> > >writing deadline. I had company arriving in a couple days and the

> > >toilet was clogged. I went to the bank, and the trainee teller

> > >processing my deposit had to start over three times. I swung by the

> > >supermarket to

> pick

> > >up a few things and the lines were serpentine.

> > >

> > >By the time I got home, I was frazzled and sweaty and in a hurry to

> > >get something on the table for dinner. Deciding on 's Cream

> > >of Mushroom Soup, I grabbed a can opener, cranked open the can, then

> > >remembered I had forgotten to buy milk at the store. Nix the soup

> > >idea. Setting the can aside, I went to plan B, which was leftover

> > >baked beans. I grabbed a Tupperware from the seal and took a look.

> > >My husband isn't a picky

> eater,

> > >but even HE won't eat baked beans that look like caterpillars.

> > >Really frustrated, now, I decided on a menu that promised to be as

> > >foolproof as

> it

> > >is nutrition-free: hot dogs and potato chips. Retrieving a brand new

> > >bag of chips from the cupboard, I grabbed the cellophane and gave a

> > >hearty pull. The bag didn't open. I tried again. Nothing happened.

> > >I took a breath, doubled my muscle, and gave the bag a hearty

> > >wrestle. With a loud pop,

> the

> > >cellophane suddenly gave way, ripping wide from top to bottom. Chips

> flew

> > >sky high. I was left holding the bag, and it was empty.

> > >

> > >It was the final straw. I let out a blood curdling scream: " I CAN'T

> > >TAKE IT ANYMORE!!! "

> > >

> > >My husband heard my unorthodox cry for help. Within minutes he was

> > >standing at the doorway to the kitchen, where he surveyed the damage:

> > >An opened

> can

> > >of soup, melting groceries, moldy baked beans, and one quivering wife

> > >standing ankle deep in potato chips. My husband did the most helpful

> thing

> > >he could think of at the moment. He took a flying leap, landing

> > >flat-footed in the pile of chips. And then he began to stomp and

> > >dance and twirl, grinding those chips into my linoleum in the

> > >process! I stared. I

> fumed.

> > >Pretty soon I was working to stifle a smile. Eventually I had to

> > >laugh. And finally I decided to join him. I, too, took a leap onto

> > >the chips. And then I danced.

> > >

> > >Now I'll be the first to admit that my husband's response wasn't the

> > >one

> I

> > >was looking for. But the truth is, it was exactly what I needed. I

> didn't

> > >need a cleanup crew as much as I needed an attitude adjustment, and

> > >the laughter from that rather funky moment provided just that.

> > >

> > >So now I have a question for you, and it's simply this: Has God ever

> > >stomped on your chips? I know that, in my life, there have been

> > >plenty of times when I've gotten myself into frustrating situations

> > >and I've cried out

> for

> > >help, all the while hoping God would show up with a celestial broom

> > >and clean up the mess I've made of things. What often happens

> > >instead is

> that

> > >God dances on my chips, answering my prayer in a completely different

> > >manner than I had expected, but in the manner that is best for me

> > >after all. Sometimes I can see right away that God's response was the

> > >best one after all. Sometimes I have to wait weeks or months before

> > >I begin to

> understand

> > >how and why God answered a particular prayer the way he did. There

> > >are even some situations that, years later, I'm still trying to

> > >understand. I figure

> > >God will fill me in sooner or later, either this side of Heaven or

> beyond.

> > >

> > >Do I trust Him? Even when He's answering my prayers in a way that is

> > >completely different from my expectations? Even when He's dancing

> > >and stomping instead of sweeping and mopping? Can I embrace what

> > >He's offering? Can I let His joy adjust my attitude? Am I going to

> > >stand on the

> sidelines

> > >and sulk, or am I willing to learn the steps of the dance He's

> > >dancin'

> with

> > >my needs in mind? I'll be honest with you: Sometimes I sulk.

> > >Sometimes

> I

> > >dance. I'm working on doing more of the latter than the former. I

> > >guess the older I get the more I realize that He really does know

> > >what He's doing. He loves me and I can trust Him. Even when the

> > >chips are down.