Yesterday was ROUGH! I don’t know if it’s a “southern thing” or I just had never heard the phrase “wheels off” but I’ve heard it repeatedly this year. It’s a good descriptor of my yesterday.

The wheels were off, my friends. They were off, they were rolling in four different directions and they were aflame. Nothing was going right. I have never gotten in such a large scuffle with another human being over laundry. Over Laundry! So silly.

So then I ate 6 pieces of chocolate cake for lunch. Bad, bad news.

My kids each spend a portion of their days laying on the kitchen floor crying (for a myriad of random reasons that surely don’t necessitate tears) so I thought I would try it too. No one was home and so I gave myself the luxury of a good kitchen-floor-cry. Except that then my husband came home and, if he didn’t think I was weird from our previous decade of interactions, he does now.

I do an acceptable job of convincing myself that I am okay. I can make it through life and usually feel reasonably awesome about things. But yesterday, for some reason (actually two reasons: estrogen and progesterone) I could not get a full grasp of reality. I was trying. It was not working.

After my floor cry (which was a little bit wonderful- no wonder they are always down there boo-hoo-ing) I went to the grocery store.

I needed more cake (not really).

On the drive over I was listening to the radio and I heard a song by Jill Phillips that said that even when you’re “confounded by the evidence, God believes in you.” This theme is all throughout Scripture. We have mounting evidence against us. We are really rotten a great deal of the time. And yet, amazing grace, we are valuable to Him. Through faith in Him, we are shielded by His great power (1 Peter 1) and nothing can separate us (Romans 8).



11 years ago today I fled a foreign country hoping to save my life. I secretly left in the middle of the night a country that I knew God didn’t want me to travel in the first place.

I went ahead and left anyway. That’s pretty rotten.

11 years ago today many obstacles stood between danger and safety. I knew I had made a bad choice and didn’t really deserve a miraculous rescue. I got one though.

We can be fairly certain of many things in life. I’m fairly certain my pants will be snug this morning because of all the cake. I am fairly certain one or both of the children will find something to cry about on the floor today. I am certain I will make unwise choices again.

More important than all that, I am 100% certain of my position with Christ.

This Truth helps me find my wheels.

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25 thoughts on “Lost: 4 wheels

  1. Perfection Pending

    Your Grandma reads your blog?? That’s awesome. :) I would love to hear that story sometime….sounds incredible. And, yes, I have those days and it is in those times when I’m reminded most often how God loves me. Usually after I’ve quite crying. ;)

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    1. emily Post author

      She does! And we text too! She’s more spunky than I and might just outlive me too.
      I think it’s annoying that we’re this way but for some reason, the crying helps. I wish it could be bypassed though because ugly cries are, well, ugly.

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  2. Melissa

    Emily you have an uncanny way of writing a post about the exact thing I have been thinking about.

    This morning I was remembering something I said yesterday that was really…too embarrassing to write about. And I was saying to God, “When am I going to quit doing things like that? Why did I do that? How do you even still want to have a relationship with me when I’m constantly messing up like that?”

    And then I open my email and read your post and He answered me. I still don’t know the “why”, but I’m really thankful that He believes in me even through my rotten-ness. :)

    Melissa~

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    1. emily Post author

      Yay! That’s fantastic and the reason I even bother writing at all. I am so thankful to hear that and so glad you took the time to let me know. It means a lot.

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    1. emily Post author

      Great! I have only done it the once but it was surprisingly enjoyable. If I invite you over I will mop first though. Just a little extra touch I provide my guests.

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  3. Lisa

    We do have mounting evidence against us, which makes for just that much more evidence for Him and His goodness. Another enjoyable read, but it did make me want chocolate cake which definitely makes my wheels come off!

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  4. Deanna

    What a beautiful post! Love that we can be certain of our position with Christ – that His love and grave isn’t dependent on my actions.

    I’ve never heard the term wheels off before either! I learned something new today.

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  5. Sarah Smith

    I love the part about the kitchen floor! I can relate. I’ve definitely had some wheels-off days recently, specifically due to trying to make a tough decision (and in the process of overanalyzing that decision, making dozens of small not-the-best choices similar to your chocolate cake experience). Thanks for the reminder that God is bigger than our choices! Keep writing, your posts are so encouraging!

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    1. emily Post author

      Thank you, Sarah! I hope your decision ends up being a good one.
      And I think the kitchen floor crying has been the most popular thing I have ever said! I need to spin out of control more often because everyone seems to love it! ;)

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  7. Kim

    OK, I clicked over and I LOVE it. I mean, I don’t love it that you had a cry on the kitchen floor, but I’ve had way more than my share of cries on the kitchen floor since jumping into a pit 10 feet deep with the-worst-job-in-the-world-that-won’t-let-me-out. We don’t have children, but does a terrible boss who throws daily temper tantrums count? Thanks for sharing this. I sooo needed to read it on my day back at work from a much needed vacation.

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    1. emily Post author

      I think a terrible boss totally counts. That might even be worse because they are SUPPOSED to act like adults!! I hope your day back is better than you had hoped! Hang in there.

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