My Boiling Point

To many people out there I appear strong, but the truth is, even the strong have their weak moments – their boiling points.

 

I watched the water in the kettle get hotter and hotter,

The kettle producing a steady whistling sound.

As the whistle got louder, my impatience increased.

I needed the kettle to boil faster so that I could go on to the next task.

Finally, the water reached its boiling point,

And I hurriedly put off the switch and left.

Little did I know that the impatience inside me,

Was leading to my boiling point.

 

Day after day the demands increased,

Big, small, urgent, necessary, important,

None of them could be ignored.

As these demands increased,

I could feel the impatience rise up again.

I needed things done now, completed now!

I felt like I had a little kettle inside me,

Whistling away as it heated the water.

But, unlike the kettle, I was not able to turn myself off when the water boiled.

So I continued heading towards my boiling point.

 

Where was God all this time, I hear you ask?

He was in the background,

Waiting patiently for me to snap, explode, or boil over.

 

And snap I did!

But not immediately…

 

 

Being the self-sufficient person I am, I decided to do my best to cope

Time management, resource management, anger management,

And all other kinds of management,

Just to get through the day.

Every evening I would feel like the world was crashing down on me,

But I would go to sleep,

And wake up to fight through another day.

Days became weeks,

Weeks became months,

And every day the will to fight became less and less.

God, meanwhile, was patiently waiting,

For me to reach my boiling point.

 

 

Then the day came, a day I was not expecting at all.

The tears flowed. My heart was broken.

I felt like I would not be able to function that day.

I whispered a prayer to the Lord,

Asking Him to carry me through the day.

And He did.

I got through the day, and all seemed well.

Until I found myself in a silent, lonely place again,

And the tears flowed once more.

I had reached my boiling point,

The tears were like hot water overflowing from a boiling kettle.

They flowed freely, and as they did so, I remembered something.

I had not invited God in my ‘boiling’ situation.

I had not called on Him at all.

I had forgotten how ready He is to carry my burdens.

I had forgotten how loving He is.

 

So I turned to Him,

Poured out my heart to Him,

And let Him comfort me just the way I needed it.

And I began to cool down,

Relax,

And rest in Him.

Yes, I had reached my boiling point.

But in the Lord’s arms,

I was cool again,

And at peace.

Matthew 11:28 “Then Jesus said, “Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest.” (NLT)

 

 

 

 

Hello, everyone! I hope you enjoyed reading this week’s post, and that you identified with my ‘boiling point’ experience. How did you handle your boiling point experience? Please let me know in the comment box below, and don’t forget to share this article with someone! Have a blessed week ahead!