Today was one of those days. Topped by one of those days. Mixed in with one of those days. It’s almost over now. Finally. Nothing really awful happened. Nobody died. Still, it was a rough day to make it through.
I wasn’t as nice as I ought to have been to a few people. Some of them live with me. Some of them are complete strangers. But I wasn’t looking at any of them as people God made, people He loves just as much as me.
I’m sorry for my attitude today. I chose to focus on the negative aspects of the situation, rather than looking at the hearts of Your children and mine. I lost my temper when I felt like I was being treated poorly, yet I turned right around and treated others poorly.
Thank You, Father, for loving me anyway. Thank You that I don’t have to earn Your love, that there is nothing I can do to earn it. And nothing I can do to lose it. You are amazing. When I take an honest look at myself on days like today, it’s so easy to recognize that You are so much greater than I.
We continue to shout our praise even when we’re hemmed in with troubles, because we know how troubles can develop passionate patience in us, and how that patience in turn forges the tempered steel of virtue, keeping us alert for whatever God will do next. In alert expectancy such as this, we’re never left feeling shortchanged. Quite the contrary—we can’t round up enough containers to hold everything God generously pours into our lives through the Holy Spirit! (Romans 5:3b-5, MSG)
Thank You for working in me, God, even when I’ve neglected to let You work through me. You fill us with blessings no matter what our circumstances. Even when it’s been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. Even in Australia.