With a broken window, shaking body, and a look to freeze someone in his or her tracks I arrived at work. My husband, Ed, drove me and said, “I hope your day gets better. I love you.” With a “Ditto”, I closed the car door and walked into school. Instead of a Tigger bounce through the main office, I felt like Eeyore beaten down by life. The secretary asked, “Are you okay?” and the only words I could utter, “Murphy and his law seem to have control of this day.” I was not a picture of joy or the power of Christ in me.
What triggered such childish behavior? A slow working computer, I thought. In reflection, the computer was not the target of my frustration but the final thing to push me over the edge. Instead of prayer, I swore. Instead of asking God to help me, I cried. Instead of walking away, to take a break, I threw the closest thing to me. A teaching series titled “The Safety Zone” by Joyce Meyer. I love the irony of my choice in items to lose control with, don’t you? God used this as a gentle reminder when I returned home to clean up my mess.
My bad morning turned into an amazing day once I smartened up and realized I could not do it on my own. I needed help, Divine Help. Moreover, He…is Faithful.