The Question…requiring an Answer

After church yesterday, my family and I get in the car to go out and have our Sunday lunch, and the restaurant of choice was….”Buffalo Wild Wings”! The reason being…on Sunday…KIDS EAT FREE!!! 🙌🏾🙌🏾

So ummm, yea….we arrive, get seated and settled in, order is taken, and then…we wait. While waiting, I’m looking around at all the activity in the restaurant…how every wall of the room was crammed with a tv screen blaring some type of sport (of course…hence the place of choice🙂). I’m looking at the waitresses and how focused and tentative they were in placing orders. I’m noticing the families and couples that were seated at the surrounding tables, wondering if they noticed me noticing them!🤪

Then, for sure, there is all the energy being put out from my table alone…hubby and I deciding on choices from the menu, for us and the kiddos, the kids hype on trying to get hooked up with trivia from one of the tv screens, the correction from dad on the annoying, out loud, burps from one boy child to the next, and finally…Lailah trying to decide on her choice of seating…high chair, or mommy or daddy’s lap! Guess which seat was tagged first…🙋🏾‍♀️, however, daddy’s was not too far behind!😄 Of course, we were only trying to prevent a baby meltdown from occurring right at the start of what we’re hoping to be a nice, promising lunch, right?🙏🏾

In the midst of all my observations, suddenly, what do I see…large and boldly painted across the wall in front of me, but a “question”, that aimed and glared directly at me. Now, before I mention what arrested every single thought process I had swimming around at that moment…I must back up a bit.

That morning…was also similar, but with a bit more chaotic frustration. Moms out there, you probably are familiar with the hustle and bustle of trying to get the kids ready…Amen? My hubby was dishing out breakfast to all and getting boys dressed, I’m somewhat dressed (meaning I wasn’t totally sure if what I had on, was what I was gonna wear) and I’m dressing Lailah and doing her hair. Mind you, when I’m near done with her, she gets in a whiny, clingy mood, and my wardrobe is still unfinished and my hair…not even touched! It’s probably like 15 or 20 minutes left till we all needed to be out the door!

So, I try to quiet Lailah for a moment, and I’m yelling…”BRANDONNNNN”, thinking my dearest hubby would come and gladly whisk his lovely daughter off my arms for a bit! 😊 Problem with that was….Hubby wasn’t completely dressed himself, and he needed to tend to things as well!🤦🏾‍♀️ I’m moving about…and I’m noticing the boys are still half dressed, and by this time…out of frustration that I can’t get to “me” yet…I voice out loud at the boys(also indirectly at hubby)…”I don’t understand why it takes y’all longer to get dressed than it does “me”!!!!

Trying to come to terms on things, both hubby and I go on this back and forth of “you go do what you need to do first…I’ll tend to her”. Trying to compensate…yet irritated. (Does the happily married couple get some credit for trying to give and take, even a smidge?🤷🏾‍♀️😁) Finally, we’re wrapping up, and before heading out the door, me, trying to make sure I’m on top of things…I do a quick run through and scan, in making sure I have everything and that I’m not forgetting something. However, once in the car, about to back out the garage, I still have the thought, “I know I’m forgetting something…Oh well”!

Once we arrived at church, got every child checked into their class, (plastered with what feels like a long rope of name tags from my hand, that spits out the machine every Sunday), gave hugs and pats on the back to each child…and they were off. I must be honest, by this time, there is a nice little “Hi…good to see you” smile plastered across my face. 😜

We managed to reach our row of seats, right on time, and I tap the nice little lady on the shoulder, sitting at the end, so that we can easily squeeze by her, praise and worship starting at this point. I drop purse on the floor, sit in chair to bend down and shove the jumbled pile of name tags I had in hand, into my purse, and finally be able to collect a quick breath of “get it together”, just to stand back up and maybe, muster up some energy (notice I said “muster” 🤭)to even raise one of my hands in sweet praise and adoration for this beautiful day👏🏾the Lord 👏🏾has 👏🏾made!! 😞🤪

So where was I? Oh yes! Buffalo Wild Wings and the bold glaring question on the wall! At last! So VERY profoundly, the words read:


Y’all, for real, every thought process I had was quickly interrupted. I was like…ok Lord…I hear You! Loud and Clear! Now, I must say…I was a bit reluctant to give any kind of full fledged answer right away. I’m thinking…Lord, how much heat we talkin’?!😄 But…ALL OF THAT, to say, truthfully and wholeheartedly, I have a “YES” resolve in my spirit, because I know He’s here, right in the mix of it all. I understand a lot of these things are just the norm or everyday-ness of life, and some things are happening that really come to test my faith, in some areas a bit more than others. The challenges present themselves, however, the scripture comes to mind, on the note in which I’ll end this post:

“Beloved, think it not strange concerning the fiery trial which is to try you, as though some strange thing happened unto you:

But rejoice, inasmuch as ye are partakers of Christ’s sufferings; that, when his glory shall be revealed, ye may be glad also with exceeding joy.”

1 Peter 4:12-13

Love ya!

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