Do you ever have those days (or weeks, or even months) when nothing seems to go right? I know you do. Everyone does. Even if they don’t admit it.
I’ll be honest. I’ll admit it. Because this is one of those weeks.
I could give you all the gory details about why things haven’t gone well, but you don’t want to hear about trying to pay the bills when there’s not enough money in the bank account. Or getting reprimanded by your boss for not knowing something you didn’t know you were supposed to know. Or having to fire somebody who doesn’t understand why they are getting fired even though their performance has been unsatisfactory since day one and it’s been brought to their attention on numerous occasions and they’ve been given every opportunity to shape up. Or having ants crawling all over your kitchen counter despite the ant traps you’ve place in strategic places (Note: the traps are working, but not fast enough to suit me). Or having your husband out of town when you need him because you’re having a bad week.
So, here’s how I’ve been handling it.
Monday Morning: quietly accept the fact that I’m an idiot and it’s going to be a crappy week and do nothing.
Monday Afternoon: not so quietly rebel against everyone and everything that is trying to wreck my week. (i.e. cry in the bathroom)
Tuesday Morning: feel better about myself and breathe a sigh of relief. Smile, even.
Tuesday Afternoon: realize that I sighed with relief a little too soon.
Tuesday Evening: go to bed at 9:00 pm, completely exhausted.
Wednesday Morning: start the day with new determination and positive attitude.
Wednesday Late Morning: walk over to Tim Horton’s for an extra large decaf double double. Tension release, you understand.
Wednesday Afternoon: peace and quiet, wondering when the other shoe will drop.
Wednesday Evening: deal with stuff. No further comment.
Thursday Morning: PRAY! It’s about time.
I cannot believe it took me so long to remember that I have a mighty God who is right there, waiting for me to say HELP! I can just imagine Him watching me this week, shaking His head because I am not listening to the quiet voice of His Spirit speaking to me. I did some repenting, some supplicating, and some great conversating (I know, I know, that’s not a real word, but I am a writer after all).
Today, regardless of the circumstances, I am more than a conqueror in Christ Jesus!
Now it’s time to get it right.
I’m absolutely convinced that nothing—nothing living or dead, angelic or demonic, today or tomorrow, high or low, thinkable or unthinkable—absolutely nothing can get between us and God’s love because of the way that Jesus our Master has embraced us. Romans 8:37 (The Message)
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