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Current mood:  grateful
"Bad Day" Daniel Powter Video
I had a very bad day yesterday. I woke up late, which means I wasted a morning that was most likely beautiful upon which I had a lot to do, which I never did. After lolly-gaggin' around with my brunch, I was proceeded to clean my mom's car. I wanted to move the car closer to the garage door so that the rain (which my mom warned me was coming) wouldn't assault the vacuum cleaner and elecrocute me.
The first sign that it was a really bad day was the sound of bricks grinding and shifting, then the thud of the front bumper crashing into the side of the garage door as I was attempting to park the car in a horizontal fashion in front of the garage. *cringe*
It didn't do too much damage, but my heart sunk to my feet after it slid out of my throat and dropped like a cold, heavy stone down through my stomach... I felt horrible.
After I had finished cleaning the car, I walked back to the house to get some bags of donations that were to go to Goodwill. As I stepped off the front step, I lurched forward, my arms full with a paper bag of stuff, and my foot rolled off the edge of the sidewalk below, roughly wrenching my ankle like a muscle man twisting and popping off the lid of a pickle jar. Luckily there was no pop or crunch, but there was definitely the hiss of pressure being released from my mouth...
I set the bag down on the step and gimped my way back inside to sit on the couch and rub out the pain. A proverb slowly crept it's way into my head as my mind seethed with anger over the way my day was going, "The anger of man does not bring about the righteous life that God desires." I crouched in the cold dark corner of my heart and whimpered, "I know... I know that... But I really don't need a day like this! Lord, you know better than I do where I'm at and this really isn't helping!"
I finished running my errands and came back home to the solace of a dark living room and the "Pelican Brief". As I was getting up to get a drink from the kitchen, I stepped off the side of the couch and felt a sharp, searing pain in my heel. I had stepped down onto the metal frame of the couch as it tore my skin, cell from cell. Blood. Why?!? Why did I have to step there?!? I'm so tired of feeling pain! Any pain!
Later that evening, I received an email from a Youth Ministry site I had visited a long time ago. I don't really ever read the newsletters they send me. Occasionally I'll skim the headlines. That night I decided to check it out again. There was a headline "Come to the Quiet". I clicked it and proceeded to read an article by Rick Lawrence that changed my horribly bad day into a beautiful lesson of God's love and mercy. It made me laugh and think and most of all remember that God knows what real life is because he had pretty bad days while he was on earth with us. God wants us to "remember". Remember all of His words, His actions in our favor, and His promises for those He loves. That's me and that's you. God loves us and He can make any bad day beautiful. Thanks, Abba.
If you'd like to read that article, this is the link:
http://www.youthministry.com/ArticleTempl.asp?ID=1192 | 
