Sigh. The resulting poor attitude I’d had most of the day did not seem to make it worth it. Struggle. In desperation I asked the Lord to help me with this anger. Quietly, the word ‘gratitude’ was whispered to my spirit. Surely this would be an act of the will. I chose obedience and began to give thanks. Anything I could think of. Basic, yet from the heart. Thank you for the roof over our head. Thank you for a steady job for Pete. Thank you for leftovers. Thank you that Sam is old enough to make breakfast. The anger dissipated. For a time. I may have even smiled. I’d like to say the rest of the day my attitude and actions were positive. Yet that wasn’t the case. While I had my moments, the day was a fight. A fight with the Enemy who wants to keep me all wrapped up in anger and not see the Light. A fight to engage with my children and not think only about myself. I changed up the routine. We took a walk. The girls picked flowers, our boy protected us from poison ivy, I breathed in the fresh air and took in the green giants towering toward the sky, reminded that I am small and He is great. I took a nap. That helped a lot. Then I came up with a plan for the rest of the day. Though most of it was gone, it put me in a good place. This day my home felt nothing like a sanctuary. Yet I am reminded that it starts with me. And I remember the worship song which declares: “Lord, Prepare Me To Be A Sanctuary Pure And Holy, Tried And True With Thanksgiving, I’ll Be A Living Sanctuary For You” Have you experienced an ‘anything-but-sanctuary’ day? Please share your thoughts in the comments. Here’s a link to the song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e3IG0Fr819E © Sanctuary of Home™ All Rights Reserved
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