Today I went to shower and there was no hot water. I could barely make it outside of my house to check the pipes as the weight of the snow had bent the awning that covers the back door.
I decided I would just have breakfast instead. Nope! The milk was bad. So glad I decided to do the sniff the carton test rather than the taste test!!
Snow and ice covered my drive and was piled way too high for my car to pass through. It seemed I would be staying in. Sigh.
I was beginning to think I was in the middle of my own version of “Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day” when all of the sudden I had an epiphany. Why was I so agitated by any one of these things?
I was not actually in any need of hot water. After all, I had cold! As for the milk, I had plenty of other options. They just did not happen to be my first choice. And, having to stay home in a warm house that offered the gifts of peace and solitude and warm puppies to fill my lap, how could that be anything but amazing?
How spoiled I have become to convenience and privilege! Quite frankly, I am ashamed of myself.
I have recently been reading about missionaries and front line workers in other countries that risk their lives daily to put Bibles in the hands of those that crave them so. During my last reading, I was moved to tears.
Why do I not crave time with God like that? Why is He not my first thought? Why do I not have that type of devotion to the cause of introducing others to Jesus? Today I had everything that I needed, most all I could want and time on my hands. Oh, and I have Bibles (plural) and the freedom to read them (at least for now.) What others would give just to have my version of a terrible, horrible, no good very bad day!
I paused here to think and ponder perspectives – how to stop seeing the world through my selfish eyes and to begin to desire to see the world through His heart and to have the courage to act on the things that break it. I learned a great deal about sanctification today. I am a work in progress. Quite honestly, it has just been a “word” that I have never really given much consideration to before. It was just one of the “church words” that the preacher yelled out as I sat in a pew growing up.
It seems God assigns meaning to “words” in his perfect time and we thought all of this time that Webster and Wikipedia did that! I do not know about you but I hurry through life pursuing my dreams, my goals and my own greatness thinking I am ready for so much more often giving God the mere left-overs of me. What could be more than God? Why am I pursuing anything else?
Tonight I go to sleep in His grace which is sufficient for me and the hot water restored as is my soul.
2 Corinthians 12:9 But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.
Until Next Time,