A single piece of thread dangles from my scarf. I tuck the lonely strand back into place. Try to hide it.
For I know if I yank the thread too hard, the scarf will bunch up. Keep pulling it and the scarf might unravel.
Ever feel that way?
Read my guest post on this fellow author’s website:http://www.joyawilliams.com/are-you-unraveling/
Monday morning greets me in a pretty fashion, but I emerge from bed and hurry out the door with … an attitude.
Meet with people, fulfill commitments, and run those errands. At the end of the day I’m … frustrated.
What’s wrong with that person? Why can’t that place be more efficient? Can you believe the price of gas?
Tuesday brings more of the same … frustration.
I feel like a kite tethered to earth. I could soar to great heights if it were not for that person, that situation that drags me down.
By Wednesday, I’m in a MOOD! “Get Out of My Way!”
Life feels like a maze and I’m running into walls, bumping heads, hitting dead ends. Is there any way out?
That afternoon, I get alone to open The BOOK and meet with God in HIS WORD when it DAWNS on me!!!
It’s not them, him, her, or the price of gas. It’s ME.
In my tyranny of the urgent, I’ve raced through each day without eating my BREAD. Jesus said to them, “I am the bread of life; he who cones to Me shall not hunger, and he who believes in Me shall never thirst” (John 6:35).
JESUS: The “wonderful counselor, Prince of Peace” (Isaiah 9:6) “our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble” (Psalm 46:1) has been absent from my mind these past few days … even though I know in my heart He is “Immanuel, God with us.”
Frustration wanes like the moon while the Holy Spirit convicts my soul. I’m the root of the problem, the common denominator of all my frustration. Fatigue would have me stay at home, but it is Wednesday night so I go to church where no one knows I have an attitude.
When the sermon is over, I participate with other saints in the Holy act of communion. With head bowed and eyes closed, I confess my rotten, horrible, bad attitude…AND the “lack of quality time spent with Him” that led to such a dismal state of mind.
Worship music fills the room, but silence seals my lips as I seek forgiveness. I mentally run to the cross where I “drink His blood and eat His broken body” in remembrance of Jesus the Christ who died for me.
Praise music reaches a crescendo. With tear-stained cheeks, I stand with upraised arms. Frustration, as well as guilt, subsides…..replaced by another attitude.
An Attitude of GRATITUDE
Even In This 