Last week felt like 2 weeks...you know how that goes. On Friday evening I was thrilled to know that I had no specific responsibilities for Saturday, thus I could sleep in and work on my growing to-do list. So, I got up at 8am and, as planned, enjoyed a longer than usual relaxed time of enjoying the Lord as I prayed, read my Bible, etc. During this time I specifically asked the Lord to direct my day and let me be used by Him. Around 10am I was treated to a french toast breakfast made by a short term missionary statying here followed by an indepth conversation. Afterwards Manuel asked me to do something....when I finished it was a couple of hours later. Then so and so needed something, then this happend and that happened (none of them bad...just not planned). And then one of the diabetic ladies that I follow, Merly, came by a day early (I forgot I had agreed to change the day this week)....she even picked a few roses as a gift for me! And while there were several really cool things that happened, and I really enjoyed helping Manuel....it was just one of those days where everything took twice as long as it should. I'm sure you know the feeling. At the end of the day, I found myself grumbling, frustrated and almost angry at how I'd let the whole day slip away and accomplished essentially nothing on my to-do list.
Then....(I'll be you knew that a "then..." was coming).....I was praying this morning before going to church, and it hit me like a ton of bricks over the head. Didn't I specifically and intentionally pray yesterday asking the Lord to take congtrol of my day? Didn't I willingly give up my agenda to Him? And yet what was I doing last night? I was complaining that my agenda didn't get accomplished.
When will I ever learn?
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