Some days are just designed to be tests. Today was one of mine. The first week of Advent is about hope. It's a time to refocus on what's important. To live in anticipation of the coming hope. It's a remembrance of Israel waiting for the Messiah and now for us waiting for the second coming. One of the questions of reflection asked how I could act with greater kindness and understanding. So how did I start my day. By honking at someone pulling illegally through a median. I fantasized all the way to the doctors office about police chasing them down, imagined pillions shooting up from the road ... It occurred to me that this was not only unproductive but it was setting me up for a poor state of mind. I hadn't gotten my prayer time in before I had to leave this morning. By the time I arrived at my appointment I thought I had gotten my mind back on track.
That is until I found out my appointment is tomorrow. No big deal, misunderstanding. So I decided to make the most of it. I went to a nearby park. It was lovely. Great view, brisk cool walk.
That is until I went back to my car and figured out I had locked myself out of my car. Okay, called a friend to pick up my extra keys. Didn't get the right keys. No big deal, called a locksmith. Called my mom who said she would bring me coffee. Out of the blue my husband called and I shared how my day had gone so far. Got a couple errands done and arrived just in time to meet my mother who had also gotten me lunch. Got some work done.
That is until I got notice I needed to come to a last minute doc appointment and that the murder mystery party game I've been working my brains off for had a guest cancel. The key character. Fine, think about it later. Ran home to pick up medical records.
That is until I'm petting my kitty while she was apparently peeing in my office chair.
Sometimes life can seem like one big poke in the eye. I admit that I struggled with my attitude today. I tried telling God about my day but I wanted to call a friend a complain. To hear the sympathy. I'm not sure why we long for someone to Oo in sympathy but find it less satisfying to pour our heart out to the Lord and let it go. My day wasn't fun but God is very good. He kept interspersing the annoyances with very clear instances of love and care. Even on very bad days, there is a choice. You can drown in the annoyances and probably make a bad day worse. Or you can see the care and love that is wrapped around you. Our God is a loving Father. He knows when we need comfort. You can choose to have a tantrum or you can lean into the loving embrace, take a deep breath and move on.