The Foam Story

My art studio/laundry, because I love to multi-task, has two windows. One of them, right next to my paint, had a crack in between the wall and the window and insects were getting through it. I wanted to fix, so I went to I bought a foam sealer. As I was putting it around the frame, it got all over my hands and they were very sticky.

Why? because I don’t know what I was doing, but it needed to be done.

Anxious, I ran to the bathroom to get it off my hands. I tried hand-soap and nothing. Make up remover, nothing. Shampoo -nothing. Alcohol, nothing at all... I went up to the kitchen and tried dish soap (I operate believing that Dawn cleans anything), well it didn’t worked either. I used a little bit of Clorox (tho I’m allergic), and nothing. Went back to the bathroom and, because I am impatient, I attempted one last thing, coconut oil. NOTHING.

So, I decided to soak my hands in warm water for a while.. While waiting, I looked in the mirror and, though I expected to see frustration, I saw sadness.

See, I have been on a self-discovery journey for quite a while and, by the grace of God, I have made great progress in becoming who God wants me to be. Needless to say though, still getting refined. But, somehow, I seem to be stuck in a repeated pattern when it comes to what I call 'the story of my life'.

They say that insanity is doing the same thing, over and over, expecting different results. How do you call doing different things, every time, and still having the same results? That is me with this story, as well as with my hands.

I was sad because, after messing up my last prospective relationship, and not even exactly knowing how, I was trying a new method of fixing it. Yes, all I did while I was talking to this person was new and different for me, yet the same thing happen. Unable to figure out what I did, or how to fix it, I focused on my hands.

So, standing in front of my mirror, I decided that I needed to let my hands get dry, and see how bad the damage was.

To my surprise, my hand were not bad at all. They felt rough but no longer sticky.

I started thinking, maybe my situation with this person is not as -sticky, as I think it is. Maybe, I should just let things dry up and see how bad is the damage. After all, none of my methods, this far, have worked.

The next morning, as I walked into my studio, I realized that the sticky foam had turned into a solid piece of foam. A solid piece, easy to break, manage and remove.

I began to think that, the same principle could be applicable to my life situation. Maybe I needed to step back, let things dry and see how bad the damage was, if any. So, I did, and as it turns out the damage was nowhere near as bad as I thought. This person and I try again. Now, it had a similar result, not the same as before, but similar. However, I am not freaking out and I am not trying to fix it without first giving it a break to see what the damage is.

Interestingly enough, as I recorded this story for my YouTube channel, someone pushed all the wrong buttons and I was really angry. Of course I wanted to act on it, but I was moved by the Holy Spirit to take a step back and let the situation dry (mainly in my mind). It just may be that is not as bad as I think it is.

Here’s a video of this story:  https://youtu.be/YBaRk3NAfiA