Bad Day

The thing about praying for God to mould and shape is that God throws you into deep water sometimes. Sink or swim.

Like I've been praying about my anger issues, and my impatience. I asked God to help me love His people more.

What happens?

I end up with a perfectly crappy day. Everything that could go wrong, did go wrong. Even those which couldn't go wrong went wrong anyway!!!

Wanted to go to Baptist to get books, but it was closed. Thought of Evangel at Midlands, but there were no parking spaces even after 3 rounds of circling. Blog went missing in some cyber Twilight Zone. Annoying people (but it was just me). Emotional crap to shovel. Other stuff, lots of them.

Oh, how I craved for some loud and heavy music. Hoping to bash people up. Wanting to scream.

But then, I remembered the cross. I remembered my own sins, Christ's love and patience with me.

If God can take so much crap from me, and still love me, who am I to bitch about my life? So I learnt to 'grin and bear with it'. I learnt not to let my mood affect others, nor to allow trying circumstances to affect me.

I think I came away with maybe an iota of patience more.

Besides, some days you're the windshield, and other days you're the bug. Yesterday I was a bug, and the windshield was huge.

It's really true. How you view the world will influence the way you feel about it, and vice-versa.

I'm trying to view this world with love. God help me.