I don’t know about you but when I have a bad day I become really ticked off. You know what I mean? The whole day is ruined. And I don’t get the joy of going through the whole day having a chip on my shoulder. No. The little catalyst that sets off my bad day doesn’t come until around the middle of the day or later. I know that you know exactly what I mean. I’m a walking whoopie cushion that’s just waiting to be sat on and all the “whoopie” let out the rubber opening leaving me flatter than a two-year-old bottle of grape Fanta. Let me ‘splain.
You wake up just like any other happy morning (which between the ages of twelve and whenever you mature and grow up and act like an adult—which for some is never—is usually an oxy-moron, only on rare occasions is it vice versa). The sunbeams caress your face and that lovely mechanical device that sings sweet melodies in your ear—a radio for those who aren’t following my alliterations—soon becomes handicapped as a result of the nearest hard object being hurled at a velocity that can create a sonic boom; amazing the power one possesses in the morning under the right conditions. The birds and squirrels that were waiting to sing a cute and charming little song with you flee for their lives as they quickly realize that Cinderella is the only one that enjoys a wake up call from things with feathers and fur.
After you have been conscious for about five minutes you decide to do the roll over. “Oh no, not the roll over,” you say. Yes my friends it’s that time of morning; it’s roll over time. It is really ashamed that the rest of your body cannot wake up in congruence with your eyes, it would save a whole lot of problems and maybe even some “choice” words blurted from your mouth. So as you are rolling over the lower half of your body--meaning the neck down--is still asleep and the mercy of the pillowy cushion beneath it; it doesn't know that that it's not awake until it's too late. Because your body is still asleep there is a zero reaction time once you have realized that you were not a safe distance from the edge of the bed. Not only do you continue to roll, but you roll right off the bed onto the cold, hard, uncomfortable, bruising, abrubt floor; an immediate unwanted body/floor contact has been made. Right from the start your day has been miserable and will continue to do so because you have lost all faith in your own ability to get through the rest of that day positively. In fact you skipped your yoga class because you didn't feel like channelling all that negative energy into a warrior pose. No. You wanted to put on your angry eyes and let the rest of the world know that you are fed up with this (whatever this is)! We are so bitter and angry at the world the rest of the day when it's really no one's fault that you are having an aweful day but yours because you are letting it get to you instead of turning it over to God.
There was a man who had the epitomy of a bad day. The guy had seven sons and three daughters, 7000 sheep, 3000 camels, 500 yoke of oxen, 500 donkies, and a gigantic number of servants. This man loved his children and took great care of all these things that God had given him and in one day it was yanked from him. A messenger came to this mand and said that this man's oxen and donkies had been taken/stolen and all the servants tending them were killed. Before that messenger was finished telling the man all that stuff another messenger came to the man and interrupted the first messenger and told him that his sheep and servants had been burned and killed by "fire of God." Guess what happened next. That's right before the second messenger had finished telling the man all this a third one came to the guy and told him that all his camels were carried off (you'd have to be super buff to carry one of those let alone 3000) and all the servants tending them had been killed off. It didn't even stop there. A fourth messenger came to this man before the third one had finished his story and let the man know that the house collapsed on all his children and the rest of his servants.
This man lost everything in a matter of minutes. He lost ten offspring, 7000 heads of cotton, a rent-a-camel service, 5oo oxen and 500 donkies, and all his hired staff. I know if that happened to me I would definately go off and pout. Well I would probably do more than just pout to be perfectly honest but this guy didn't do that. No. As soon as this man heard about all this stuff that just had happened to him he fell on his face and worshiped the creator! "The LORD gave and the LORD has taken away, may the name of the LORD be praised." Do you look at your bad day as something to worship God for and look to him for the strength that's needed? Or do you start condemning the name of the Lord, and try to take it upon yourself to do things? It's a hard choice and I struggle with it everyday but I want to be able to be in those situations and say, "the Lord gives and takes away." I want to worship him in those situations no matter when they come. How bout you?
If you want to be strengthened and humbled all at the same time here's somthing for you to read. Job chapter one.
KEEP THE SON IN YOUR EYES!
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