This has not been one of my better days. It started this morning with a trip to Costco, where I carefully crossed each item off my long, long list as I put it in the cart, then forgot about the coupons in my bag until I reached the parking lot.
Things didn't get much better as I reached a downtown church to turn in the registration form for an upcoming VBS week and failed to notice, as I pulled my chattering, whining child in the front doors, that a funeral was in progress.
The day ended with Home Group and our final discussion of "Start> Becoming a Good Samaritan", but I lost all feelings of goodness when another mom and I came upstairs to discover our unsupervised children were engaged in a hair cutting and styling party led by my son, whose only excuse was "She told me to."
Did Jesus ever have days like this? A truly terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day? Maybe just cranky? It would make me feel even better about trying to live in his image if I knew he did.
Tonight our Home Group watched the last segment of the current study about the forsaken and imprisoned and disabled... My day was only a brief glimpse of feeling as if the world was against me. I have no inkling at all of having it actually happen. Oppression, imprisonment, abuse, disability; the list is endless of ways people feel forsaken and/or disenfranchised. It is daily life for some people.
A bad day? Surely. But mine will (hopefully) will be temporary, and maybe, just maybe, today taught me something.
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