Well last night we ended up playing card games for
3 hours, and it wasn’t until very very late that I finally went to bed. Needless to say when my alarm clock
went off this morning I wasn’t quick to get out of bed.
To make a long story short (sorry, sometimes I
tell more than is probably necessary) by the time all three of us were ready to
go to church this morning we were running a little later than we should have
been. Then we get to my car, which
is completely covered in ice. So
we spray the de-icer, scrape some, and wait until it’s finally clear enough
that I can drive. So now instead
of being a little behind we are VERY behind. I HATE being late.
I hate when other people are late, I’ve always viewed it as being
disrespectful. So when I am late I
look at it the same way. I don’t
want to be disrespectful to others.
The later we are running the more anxious and frustrated I am getting.
When we finally get to church and find a parking
spot we are definitely late to church, but are lucky that we have friends
saving us seats. Well, in the end
the people who were holding our seats ended up giving them up. So now we are not only late but trying
to hunt around for a spot. This church
is rather large and hard to see where there are three empty seats. My frustration level is rising and I
find myself further and further away from the attitude I should be having at
this point. After all, I’m supposed
to be entering into a time or worship.
Now we found seats and it wasn’t as much of an
issue as my frustration made it out to be, but I promise I do have a point to
this story. As I begin to sing the
songs of worship I suddenly felt convicted. I chose to woke up later than usual, my roommates and I
chose to take longer than necessary to get ready, we didn’t give ourselves
enough time to account for ice (when clearly it is winter), and on and on. My mood was not one of an eagerness to
hear a message and open up my heart to what God might want to say to me, but
instead I was all caught up in my morning rush and the frustration that came
with it. I suddenly realized that
instead of looking at having to scrape my ice as something that was going to
cause me to be late, I could have been focusing on how pretty it looked when
sitting inside the car. Instead of
being frustrated as I tried to find a seat I could have realized how absolutely
amazing it is that the church was so packed with individuals ready to praise
the Lord that it made it harder to find a seat. I could have viewed the task to seek for a seat as a
reminder of how lucky I am to be in fellowship with so many individuals. Suddenly I was viewing the morning
differently. Suddenly I was
realizing how differently I should approach Sunday mornings…a
time when I should be preparing for worship.
Friends, I am nowhere near perfect. Obviously. I am blessed, however, to have a loving God who is willing
to remind me when I am wrong, to correct my ways, and guide me in a better
direction. Oh and the ironic
part?! The sermon was on control
and how we have to be willing to surrender ourselves to Him again and
again. Perhaps it is time for me
to surrender my mornings, to take a new perspective. And more than just my mornings I should be continuing to
surrender each aspect of my life.
Where will I live after graduation? Where will I student teach? Will I
marry? Life will always have
questions, but I am so glad I have a God who will take control and lead me.
Well if you have made it this far I am very
impressed. Friends, please
surrender your life to God. Give
up your ways and let Him have His.
We may not always like to hear His corrections, but His ways is always
for the best.
God Bless,
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