Today I woke up on the wrong side of bed. Before I even got up I was running late, I went down stairs and the coffee didn't brew, I was upset from the night before and couldn't come up with one kind thought. I didn't even want to be around me, how was I going to get through the day?
I turned on my favorite radio station and someone was talking about praying for others and when he does he realizes how blessed he is. I was immediately convicted. All morning the only thing on my mind was poor me, nothing is going right. Instead of thanking God for what He has given me (I was driving my SUV to the job I love so that I can pay for the home that He is allowing me to live in at this point of my life) I was whining.
My problems were so small, especially in comparison to what my life once was. Once I had cancer, once I lost a child. I really don't understand why horrible things happen some times. I do know that when they do my Father hurts for me. I do know something good will ALWAYS, ALWAYS, ALWAYS come from of it. I do know that there is a God that loves me. I do know that He will do anything to save me. I know this because He loved me enough to send his son for me. I can't even imagine allowing one of my children to be hurt, let alone the sufferings and torturous death that Jesus went through. God sent His son to pay the price for me. A son that willingly gave his life for me, whose blood has washed away all my sins and has made me pure.
There are many things I don't understand but I thank God for what I do understand.
"I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you WILL have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world." John 16:33
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