There’s no use crying over spilt milk.
It’s an old-timey phrase that still has kick to it today. Our own glass of spilled milk could be anything from divorce to a financial setback . . . a wayward child who’s living on the edge . . . an addiction you can’t seem to shake . . . a death that has plunged you into the black night of grief. Nobody’s immune. At some point, we’ve all done or experienced things that we can’t take back, things we can’t change. The glass tipped and down went the milk, gone in a splattered mess from one end of the floor to the other. No putting it back in the glass. That’s life; it’s inevitable.
Just ask Abraham. God called Abraham to become the father of his own great nation . . . a chosen people . . . Israel. Abraham’s descendants were God’s own. Yet the moment God put their covenant relationship in motion, He told Abraham: “Your descendants will be strangers in a land that is not theirs, and they will be slaves there and will be afflicted and oppressed for 400 years.” (Genesis 15:13)
Did you hear that? Slaves, afflicted and oppressed. Spilled milk even for God’s chosen! But God went on to promise Abraham that his descendants would one day return to their land with great possessions.
God promised them a comeback.
The Scent of Water
Spilled-milk scenarios knock people down every day. For some, it’s a knock-out punch or a permanent hit they never recover from. Others manage but are crippled by the blow, dulling the pain with all manner of phobias and self-medications. “We are like water spilled on the ground, which cannot be gathered up again. Yet God … devises means so that His banished ones are not expelled from Him.” (2 Samuel 14:14 NKJV)
As fellow descendants of Abraham, God promises us a comeback. The Bible says: “For there is hope for a tree, if it is cut down, it will sprout again … though its roots may grow old in the earth and its stump may die in the ground, yet at the scent of water it will bud and bring forth branches like a plant.” (Job 14: 7 – 9 NKJV)
All it needs is but the scent of water . . . the washing of the Holy Spirit . . . and life springs forth again. And so it is for every one of your spilled-milk scenarios, and mine. When we submit them to God, he devises plans where the scattered can be re-gathered. Our lives restored, reclaimed, refreshed, renewed. A way of return . . . a comeback.
What about you?
Maybe you’ve done or experienced something you can’t take back, something you can’t change. Maybe the glass has tipped and the milk is unrecoverable. Maybe the enemy has told you that you’ll never be good again or right again or whole again. What’s done is done.
He’s the God of the comeback!
But we serve a God who has other ideas. We serve a God who devises plans to re-gather and restore. Our God brings us out of our “spilled milk” seasons with great substance. All that is needed is the scent of water. He needs only a simple invitation from you to intervene and cause our lives to bloom again.
We serve the God of the comeback. The time is now; he’s just waiting on you.