“Stop the world! Hic! My thoracic diaphragm is twitching! My vocal chords Hic! keep closing! Hic!”
Whenever we get the hiccups, it’s a derailment. The brain becomes focused: “Get rid of the hiccups. NOW.” We know they’ll eventually go away by themselves, but in my experience nipping them in the bud prevents the synchronous flutter from settling in for a long duration. (For the record, I swear by a drink of water with a pencil between your teeth. If you don’t have the props, just swallow with your jaw jutting out.)
So here’s the allegory: Life’s hiccups can be so uncomfortable that we zero in on them—taking our eyes off of the big picture. We’re displeased, Dad-Gummit! Until there’s a change in the status quo, we panic. Then we spout, pout, or bale out. If left unchecked, it can become a downward spiral.
Thankfully, for the Christian, God has provided a number of hedges for us: His Spirit, His Word, and His people. Without these, we’d probably have muscular twitches from head to toe. Spiritual epilepsy!
August 11, I wrote about hanging in there—weathering the storm. Right now, I’m in the middle of a few of them (not just Effie). It’s easy to get distracted and think something’s got to give, that the only answer is to throw in the towel on one front or another.
The truth is, even amidst a good degree of discomfort, most of us have a remarkable capacity to keep going. We merely choose not to. The history of this blog is grim documentation that—when it comes to keeping my eye on the big picture—I can be an Epic Fail. If I had any brains, instead of using the pencil to write about my annoyances, I’d place it between my teeth and chomp down.