My sweet, hardworking husband has to get up and leave pretty early because he has over an hour drive to work so normally, we are in the bed pretty early Sunday through Thursday nights unless the girls have extracurricular activities (which the older they get, the more activities they seem to be a part of). Anyway, so during the week, we are "early to bed, early to rise". Although I am only considered "part-time" (can anyone do ministry part-time?!?...not me), Sundays are my "busy" work day. I am in the bed kind of early on Saturday nights most of the time (except for football season because who can sleep when there's an SEC team to watch, right?).
As I'm laying there trying to dose off, the TV is still on and my man is watching some western and I promise you, the cowboy has to have a machine gun because I have never heard so much rapid shooting on a western in my life! I lay there, becoming irritated. The more gunfire I hear, the more angry I get. By this time, it's after 10 and I'm just wanting to drift off but no, I've already got myself worked up. So I sit up in bed and ask my man to pass the Advil PM. I pop two of those suckers and think about heading for the couch but know I really don't need to do that so I lay my head back down on my pillow. Thankfully, the western winds down and the TV is off in 10 minutes and I'm off to la-la-land!
I am usually an early riser so I can spend some quiet time with God before I get busy with my day but because I had taken two PM's so late, I didn't wake up early enough and you can guess where that sent me...on my little pity party mad spree again. First I got mad because I am ALWAYS up on Sundays before my family but lo and behold not only did my man have to wake me up, my youngest was already up and in the shower!
Fuming, I went to the kitchen, made my coffee and went to the front porch to drink it and try to "chill". After finishing my coffee, I came back inside to find my oldest child in the shower and that just about sent me over the edge! Why in the WORLD were they showering on Sunday morning when they had both showered Saturday night because they know I have to shower on Sunday mornings and if we all shower, there's not enough hot water (do you understand why I'm so irritated)?!? So I go get in the shower (already KNOWING there's not going to be enough hot water) and guess what, there's ENOUGH hot water and then some. Already mad and irritated, I'm CERTAIN I'm going to be late to church because my schedule has been compromised so I have the "I don't care" mood going on with a little sarcasm thrown in there too. As I'm getting ready, I decide to play a podcast of one of Joyce Meyer's teachings and you'll never guess what it was on..."Getting Your Day Started Right". Really God?!? I mean REALLY?!?
So apparently God has "my number" because with all the turmoil and anger and smart remarks I had thought and said, I am ready for church with 15 minutes to spare...only God can make that happen.
I exit the bathroom and head to my jewelry box and hear, "you sure do look nice" from my man who is watching television. "Thank you," I reply. Then it was like God "cleared His throat" and in my mind, I'm like 'what now God?' 'Don't you think you need to apologize for being a little rude and hateful?' God said. So I went to my man, put my arms around his neck and gave him a big ol hug and apologized for being a butt. As my kids made their way into the kitchen, I apologized to them too because it was ME causing the turmoil and discord.
Sometimes we act in ways we KNOW better than to act don't we? And as bad as I wanted to be mad, God wouldn't let it overcome me. I don't know if someone was praying for me or what, but yesterday morning, God won and for that, I'm thankful!
Until next time...
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