My phone beeps. There is a poor air quality alert for my area.
As I sit at my desk while my baby naps, I glance outside. I cannot see the blue sky. The sun is a weird shade of yellow casting a red glow on the floor.
My eyes wander to the other side of the valley where normally I would see green trees and a myriad of colours from the buildings. Everything is grey and faded.
I turn back to my computer. I only have so much time before my baby wakes up. I’ve got to make use of the time.
I pull up the email I’m working on.
A few minutes later, I glance up. The whole sky has dimmed to an orange fog. The speck of bright light which must be the sun is pumpkin orange. I cannot see the other side of the valley. I feel heavy inside and my fight-or-flight system considers kicking in.
I catch a whiff of smoke. I typically don’t mind the smell as it reminds me of many happy times around a campfire, but when the smoke is everywhere… I frown, hoping the windows will keep most of it out.
Trying to focus, I drag my gaze back to my computer screen, but that unsettling orange glow keeps drawing my attention back to the window.
I pray for the firefighters who are working to contain the fire, then remind myself that there is nothing more I can do right now. The forest fire is miles away. I would have to drive more than 500 km (~300 miles) to get there.
Right now, I need to focus on my task.
I turn to my computer. “Okay, I’ve just got to do the next thing. What is the one thing I need to do next?”
I need to look up some numbers to include in my email.
Okay, I can do that.
Done.
My eyes wander to the window. I may as well be living on Mars. That’s how orange it looks just now.
I glance at the baby monitor on my desk. She’s still asleep. I’ve got to keep working.
“Do the next thing.”
What’s the next thing?
Find the email addresses I’m sending this email to.
Okay, I can do that.
It takes me a few moments to locate the list. I notice I need to add a few more addresses. I do that.
I glance out the window. Still orange. So weird. Nearly spooky. It makes me feel anxious.
But I’ve got to do the next thing.
What’s the next thing?
Write a subject for the email.
Okay, I can do that.
After a few attempts, I am happy with the subject line.
I reach for my phone and move to the window. I switch to my camera and take several pictures. I want to capture the feel of it, but the camera simply won’t do justice to the strength of the orange outside.
I give up. Back at my desk, I remind myself, my baby could wake up any time now. I’ve got to do the next thing.
Proofread my email.
Okay, I can do that.
I read it aloud, tweaking some words as I go. At last, I am satisfied and hit send.
Leaning back in my chair, I peer out the window. Is it just me, or is the orange beginning to fade?
Oh, look! I can see some of the buildings across the valley. Certainly not in full colour, but the dim outlines are back.
I crane my neck to locate the sun. It appears somewhat, almost, yellow-ish again.
A hint of the weight inside me lightens. Perhaps, just maybe, the blue sky will be visible again and the sun will shine its happy yellow.
It might take a few days, but I know the sky is blue and I will not give up hope that I will see that blue again.
Why share this story? Because it holds a valuable reminder for me.
Sometimes life gets smokey when something creates smoke which comes in and blocks our vision. That something may be close to home and personal, or perhaps far bigger but further away.
Much of the time, there is nothing we can do to stop that smoke until the source fire is dealt with.
At this moment, I can pray, but beyond that there is nothing I can do to stop those forest fires. I am helpless to stop the smoke from crowding into my life.
The smoke makes it hard to see and hard to breathe. I cannot see the happy blue sky and yellow sun. Everything looks grey and stinks.
Sometimes life feels like that.
What should I do then?
Pray.
Trust that God is still God.
And do the next thing.
Perhaps you have heard of Elisabeth Elliot? I learned the concept of “do the next thing” from listening to her teaching. (Here is a link to her teaching)
Elisabeth Elliot was a missionary. Not long into her time of ministry, her husband, Jim Elliot, was murdered by the very people they had been trying to reach in love.
Elisabeth was left in a foreign country with a young baby. Later she was able to befriend and minister to the very people who killed her husband.
Many years later, Elisabeth remarried only to watch her new husband get sick and die.
Elizabeth has written many books, my favourite being “Through Gates of Splendor”.
Elisabeth Elliot once wrote:
“‘Do the next thing.’ I don’t know any simpler formula for peace, for relief from stress and anxiety than that very practical, very down-to-earth word of wisdom. Do the next thing. That has gotten me through more agonies than anything else I could recommend.” ― Elisabeth Elliot, Suffering Is Never for Nothing
This sounds like a wise principle, but where do we see it in the Bible?
I’m glad you asked.
Joseph is one example of this mindset being lived out.
What did he do when his brothers sold him into slavery? Did he protest and fight against those around him? No. He did the next thing.
When he was thrown into prison unjustly, did he sit in the corner pouting? No. He did the next thing.
As a foreign slave turned prisoner turned second-in-command over the entire country, did Joseph become paralyzed by the grandness of it all? No. He did the next thing.
I like Psalm 37:34a: “Wait for the Lord and keep His way…” (NASB)
Joseph was waiting for God’s deliverance, but in the meantime, he lived according to God’s ways while he did one next thing after another.
The next time I find my life smothered in smoke, may I remain diligent to do the next thing while I wait for the smoke to clear.