When was the last time you had one of those days?
Perhaps your day started happily enough. You had your cup of coffee, read your Bible, and began your day full of grace.
But then, life happened.
For me, the downhill slide began at the post office. It wasn’t Christmas or any other holiday, so I pictured myself and my preschooler breezing into the post office at 10:00 am and getting right back into the car ten minutes later.
It turned out a lot of people must have had that thought because the post office was packed.
The line was to the door and moving very slowly. Two post office clerks worked as swiftly as they could, but there were just too many people.
“Did you bring a snack?” my three-year-old Lucy asked.
Of course, I always have a snack when I think I’m going to be out for a particular length of time. But I didn’t think this was going to be a long errand. I didn’t have a cracker to my name.
A few minutes later, Lucy whined, “I’m hungry mommy!”
“I know you are baby. It will just be a few minutes.”
A few minutes turned into twenty-five. Lucy and I were both unhappy campers. My day’s schedule was thrown out of balance. Later in the day, it was time for Lucy’s afternoon nap. She is usually great about taking her naps. But of course, on this non-perfect post office kind of day, she resisted. Protested.
Finally, I triumphed and little Lucy was sleeping soundly. But again, precious moments lost in the battle.
Anyone who knows me knows I am not a cook. I’m more of a food assembler. But on this particular day, I had planned to make a casserole. Standing at my kitchen counter chopping up pieces of chicken, I again realized why I don’t cook complex recipes (read here: things with more than five items). They take too much time!
I felt irritated about my wasted day. I hadn’t checked off the items on my to-do list. Instead I stood in line at the post office, fought over a nap, and stood in a kitchen chopping chicken.
My husband James was in the next room practicing his guitar. He was learning a praise song.
Without thinking of it, I began to sing along. I kid you not, within just a few minutes of singing praises to God (mind you, I’m still chopping chicken), my whole demeanor changed.
The to-do lists unfulfilled and the burdens of the day lifted off my shoulders.
I was filled with gratitude instead of grumbling.
My irritation disappeared.
Instantly I was at peace. All my striving could not produce happiness, but when I looked to Jesus and sang praises to Him, all of a sudden, everything was made right.
Remember the song:
Turn your eyes upon Jesus
Look full in His wonderful face
And the things of earth will grow strangely dim
In the light of His glory and grace.
My friend, when you have one of those days, turn your eyes to Jesus. When you praise Him, no matter what is happening in your life, He will give you divine perspective. Peace. Calm in the storm. Joy along the journey.
Even when you’re chopping up chicken.
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