Sometimes I think God gives me devotional ideas just for my benefit, even though I’m writing them once a month for Calvary Chapel Fort Lauderdale.
So, here comes some honesty.
I had a cruddy Easter yesterday.
I said it.
My hubby was sick. Then I got sick (stomach flu, anyone?). Then I needed to prep to teach Latin and Rhetoric for my daughter’s class the next day (Monday). Then, of course, I needed to make the big, happy Easter dinner.
But I wasn’t happy.
My China-doll needed help with her China project (due Monday), so of course I gave her some awesome creative advice she didn’t take. (Can you guess the one main trait we share? Anyone? Starts with “Con” ends with “trol”.)
After debating with a preteen, then studying for Latin, I headed into the kitchen at 4pm to prepare our Easter meal. By 8pm, my day felt like give, give, give, only I was wishing we could have blessed someone else with dinner.
My new puppy had another puppy accident.
My youngest asked if she had to eat? Or could she only eat bread?
My son wanted to know when he could return to his XBOX?
Any my kitchen? Well, don’t ask.
All I could think was I wish we could have loved on a neighbor, friend, or at this point, a stranger–anyone who would appreciate the sacrifice. (You know, because it’s Easter…the most incredible day the Savior died for everyone. Oh, and did I mention J was in bed under the weather? He got the only free pass.)
I hated staying home, sick alone. We missed church. We missed fellowship. And my attitude was, well, kind of how this stinky blog post is sounding: rotten.
Something inside just felt wrong.
I was cranky all day and night and then I woke the same way, until I read this (click on “this” to read).
It’s like God knew I needed this reminder today.
Thank you, Lord, for your amazing ability to speak to me just when I’m my crankiest. Holy Cannoli. All I can say is Your timing is perfect.
(I apologize for the negativity scrawled across this post. I tried to edit-away the ugly. Forgive me?)
Thankfully, in my weakness, He is strong.
“That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties.
For when I am weak, then I am strong.”
2 Corinthians 12:10.