So… The. Unexpected. Happens.
My day takes a different turn. Nothing earth-shattering. Just inconvenient.
After my earlier post this week, I dare not sit in my pity puddle. I am convicted by my stance on whining.
And may I say that I hate it when that happens.
My “younger me” flailed, pouted, and dare I even say, whined. Shocker.
My circumstances defined my moments. I hate to admit that.
But in this season of my life, I am greatly encouraged by the fact that my circumstances do not take my God by surprise. I am able to rest in His care in the midst of the moment far more often than I did in the past. I still have my pity party moments…sometimes…
Again, what do I do?
In this 50ish learning curve, I …
Take a deep breath. Square my shoulders.
Whisper my prayer… or shout it…depending on where I am…and the circumstance.
Chin up, Buttercup.
Flexibility is important. BUT… Prayer is CRUCIAL. My focus shifts when my chin lifts in prayer.
“Look to the LORD and his strength; seek his face always.” Psalm 105:4
P.S. Need I mention again, my earlier post on whining convicted me. Geez…