There's no use crying over spilled milk, huh?

I beg to differ. Actually this morning, I was literally crying over spilled milk. Not just milk, the most perfectly made glass of chocolate milk. That is like gold, people. Chocolatey enough, but not so sweet you can't drink it. Not an easy thing to do. And there it was, all over my counter, running down my cabinets, and puddled on my kitchen floor. Not only that, but the heavy glass managed to find its way smack dab onto my big toe.

And yes, there were tears. My toe was throbbing, I was fighting off two very eager to help dogs licking at my feet, my toast was getting cold, and I was running late for work.

But here I am, two hours later. The milk is cleaned up, my toe is perfectly fine, and I discovered that toast can be microwaved and still be tasty.

I really, really want to cry over spilled milk when it happens. Take my husband's car for instance. The summer we were married, two and a half years ago, the transmission went out. So we charged, we borrowed, we scraped, and pulled together a ton of money to get it up and running. And it breaks down this week. The transmission is shot.

So here we are looking at putting another significant chunk of change into a car that shouldn't have broken down in the first place.and now in the second place. Debating whether that's the wise thing to do, considering buying a new car while trying to get out of debt. Looking at all those zeros and wondering how long it will take to pay them all down if we proceed. And hating that for the third time in our less than three year marriage we have to shell out big bucks to get our cars running.

But you know what? It's spilled milk. It's life. It happens. Milk spills, cars break down, things don't quite work out how you plan. And I can either spend my time drying off my tears or I can thank God that now is the time that Uncle Sam decides to give me back some of my money and that He's providing the means to fix the car. That He's given my husband and I jobs that provide stable income to continue to pay down the other debts that we still have. That we have people who love us and are helping us out with transportation while we wait to get our car back.

Because in the end it's just a car. It's just money. It's just spilled milk. It doesn't really matter in the big picture. When Paul tells us in Colossians to set our mind on things above and not on earthly things it means exactly that. Don't worry about the car or the money. It's earthly. It's not going to last. It's temporal. It's fleeting. As big and huge of a deal that it feels like in my own life right now, it's simply spilled milk and it simply doesn't matter.

After all, when you serve the God who owns the cattle on a thousand hills, why would you ever cry over spilled milk?

Emily

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