Murphy’s law on steroids.
Whatever could go wrong today went wrong. From the moment I left the house this morning until I crashed on the couch at days’s end. My soft couch was welcome respite.
I regret to say I was not a nice person today. in the throws of multiple setbacks I lashed out at two ladies. Both, in their respective roles were trying to help me. Both were cheerful and pleasant. I was not.
I chose to complain and become one of those antagonistic clients they practice on in HR customer service training classes.
I sought them both out at the end of our meetings and apologized profusely and earnestly. I resent my negative responses to people who only wanted to serve me. All I wanted to do was argue and register my dissatisfaction and disappointment. All they wanted to do was help me.
By days end I was exhausted and regreted that I responded contrary to my usually pleasant Type A, never-meet-a-stranger self. I needed relief. I needed rest.
I came home and opened my bible and read Mathew 11:28-30 several times. About the third or fourth time I felt His peace wash over me. I was quiet, refreshed and at rest in Jesus.
I’m so grateful that on Murphy’s law days I can always come to Jesus and let Him take away my burdens and my anxiety and give me His peace and I can rest in Him.
Come to me, all you who are weary and heavy-laden,
and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and
learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart,
and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke
is easy and my burden is light.”
Editor’s Note: I wrote this blog post two days before the
police murders in Baton Rouge.
A fellow blogger on Bloggermeetup.com challenged us to write a blog post conveying our thoughts and feelings about the killings in Dallas, Orlando, San Bernardino and beyond. Here I goes . . .
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In 1 Corinthians 13, Paul tells us agape love is patient and kind.
Patience is a by-product of tribulation; it’s not granted, it’s earned. Don’t ask God for patience. He will remind you that you earn a degree of patience as you plow through each trial in life.
We have lived with mental illness (our trial) in our family for years. If I hadn’t earned a mega dose of patience along the way I would have had my own psychotic break by now.
Granted, you can’t earn patience driving in Interstate traffic. Or when the snack machine eats your money. But you can learn to change your responses when impatience triggers occur.
Speaking from experience, things go much better for me in life if I do two things when impatience triggers occur. 1) Stop, take a deep breath and count to ten; and 2) say the Serenity Prayer to myself.