Fridays have turned in to my throwback day to honor my Southern upbringing. The South owns some of the most colorful, mind-boggling sayings that people from other regions of the United States just scratch their heads and go, "Huh?"
Growing up, I had a temper. Hard to believe? My brothers can attest to the truth in this statement. I softened as my hormones began to settle in, but I can't tell you how many times my mama or grandmother would say, "Hey! Don't get your panties in a wad and have a hissy fit!"
I immediately understood the panties in a wad reference because well, that's just not comfortable and would cause any sane person to react in a negative manner. But a hissy fit? Hmmm. Pitching a fit made sense to me because by 14 I was an expert, but where does "hissy" come from? Hysteria, of course.
According to merriam-webster.com hysteria is defined as, "a state in which your emotions (such as fear) are so strong you behave in an uncontrolled way"
Well, now. That puts a whole new spin on it. Like I said, as I grew up things on the outside settled down. I morphed into a very reasonable, tamed, professional young adult. (I hope so, anyway) What I realized though is that a hissy fit doesn't necessarily always happen on the outside; it is possible to pitch that kind of fit on the inside.
Silent, away from the public eye, and very, very dangerous. Fear and anger would bubble up, I would push it down. This cycle lasted for years, until one day, God had enough of watching me self destruct. I pitched my hissy fit, imploded (which is messier than exploding) and then finally fell on my knees and begged God to take over.
He did. As a result, He directed me to do the opposite of what I had always been told. Instead of not pitching a hissy fit, He encouraged me to do so with Him. "Show me what you are feeling; I can take it." That was sixteen years ago. I'm still journeying down this road and my behavior can be cyclical, but God is right here with me, prompting me when I need prompting. He is faithful.
He often reminds me of this verse 2 Timothy Chapter 1 verse 7: "for God gave us a spirit not of fear, but of power and love and self-control"
Comforting words that I cling to every day.
By the way, at forty-one, I try not to EVER let my panties get in a wad. Ain't nobody got time for that!
Amanda Williams is a forty-year old wife and mother of two who can still swing her pony tail and display just a tad of sass. She is also a Jesus loving girl who realizes she is nothing without the One who saved her. Amanda has two degrees specializing in serving students with special needs and is currently working in the field of Leadership Development. She is a Christian author, speaker, blogger, and publisher who loves serving beside her husband at her local place of worship, First Baptist Church of Ocala.