I sat up quickly in bed and gasped as I glanced at the fluorescent red numbers on the clock. The alarm didn't go off and I was now 25 minutes late to start my day, great just great. To make things worse my toast got burnt while I took the dog out and I stepped in poop; guess I won't be wearing these shoes. This is going to be a great day, I thought to myself.
So began the downward spiral that is "one of those days". As if I wasn't late enough I hit every single red light (17 red lights to be exact), I counted because traffic was so bad I had to do something to kill the time.
At work that suck-up of a coworker who is always smiling and humming filled me in on the meeting I had missed. While I was trying to listen, I realized I left my lunch sitting on my kitchen counter. Awesome.
Just so you get the point of how south this day was going, by noon I had spilled coffee on my white shirt, downloaded a virus by mistake, lost my favorite pen and had three paper cuts. Seriously, three. I went in the bathroom and stared at my reflection. What a bad day. Why is this happening to me!? No answer. Thanks God, thanks a lot.
My head hurts. It is just one of those days. When I go home, I am going to get in bed and cry. And eat ice cream. Yes, that is the answer. Today is just a bad day and tomorrow will be a new beginning…
Ever had this kind of day? Can you relate to her attitude? To the way she feels about her day? Now read it again, this time read what God was saying (in blue) throughout this woman's morning.
I sat up quickly in bed and gasped as I glanced at the fluorescent red numbers on the clock. The alarm didn't go off and I was now 25 minutes late to start my day, great just great.
I think I'll let her sleep in today. She has been working so hard lately and will be so excited when she gets her promotion next week. She deserves it.
To make things worse my toast got burnt while I took the dog out and I stepped in poop; guess I won't be wearing these shoes.
That bread has mold on it but she's too busy to notice, I better take care of it so she doesn't get sick. Her high heel will break later so she should change shoes.
This is going to be a great day, I thought to myself. So began the downward spiral that is "one of those days".
What a blessed day. I wish she would thank me for the sunshine and the breeze I gave her. I know she loves to ride with the windows down when there is breeze.
As if I wasn't late enough I hit every single red light (17 red lights to be exact), I counted because traffic was so bad I had to do something to kill the time.
I wish she'd worship me while she is waiting in traffic, there is such beautiful music playing on the radio. Seventeen red lights and not one word to me. Helloooo I'm up here, stop yelling at your steering wheel and talk to me.
At work that suck-up of a coworker who is always smiling and humming filled me in on the meeting I had missed. While I was trying to listen, I realized I left my lunch sitting on my kitchen counter. Awesome.
I love that co-worker, her humming is precious and wow, does she love me. Your sandwich bread was stale, the expiration date is from like a month ago and if you think that's old, the turkey you put on that sandwich is worse.
Just so you get the point of how south this day was going, by noon I spilled coffee on my white shirt, downloaded a virus by mistake, lost my favorite pen and had three paper cuts. Seriously, three.
The coffee was from yesterday. You shouldn't be looking at that website. That pen was leaking ink. I sure wish you'd file that messy pile you call a desk. I miss you.
I went in the bathroom and stared at my reflection. What a bad day. Why is this happening to me!? No answer. Thanks God, thanks a lot.
It's happening because you aren't asking me for help. You aren't talking to me or loving me or acting like me. It's all about you, it's happening because of you. This is your life, are you who you want to be? Why are you so caught up on these little things you keep complaining about? I'm listening, but you sure aren't talking to me.
My head hurts. It is just one of those days. When I go home, I am going to get in bed and cry. And eat ice cream. Yes that is the answer. Today is just a bad day and tomorrow will be a new beginning…
You should go to that Church service you heard about from your coworker. Or read the Bible and talk to me. I know it was a hard day, but I'm right here. I am always right here.
Now, how much better would this woman's day have been if she had embraced the things the Lord was saying?
This may not be exactly how God works in our lives, but you get the idea. He is constantly speaking to us and is control of all the situations we experience. If we would give our days from the very beginning to God, how much better the perspective might be. Good or bad, the day is God's gift and we must make the most of this life. His purpose may not be evident but he always has a purpose for the struggles and circumstances we go through.
He knows our future, he has a vision for our lives and we must embrace each day knowing he is in control.
Check out some of a letter Paul sent to Philippi when he was in jail and really take in what he's saying about life!
"Do everything readily and cheerfully—no bickering, no second-guessing allowed! Go out into the world uncorrupted, a breath of fresh air in this unclean and polluted society. Provide people with a glimpse of good living and of the living God. Carry the light-giving Message into the night so I'll have good cause to be proud of you on the day that Christ returns. You'll be living proof that I didn't go to all this work for nothing. Even if I am tortured here and now, I'll rejoice in being an element in the offering of your faith that you make on Christ's altar, a part of your rejoicing. But turnabout's fair play—you must join me in my rejoicing. Whatever you do, don't feel sorry for me. " –Philippians 2:14-18 (The Message)
So, where is your attitude with God? Are you giving your days, your life, to Him?
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