BAD DAY?

Don't you hate waking up and going to work after a four day weekend? I know I sure do. Doesn't it seem like after a great weekend, that the work week comes and smacks you back into reality, that and then getting rained on while bringing in the groceries only to find the gallon of milk you just bought is busted. This is about how my whole day went and this is exactly how most of my day looked...


I really started to feel sorry for myself earlier and then felt like stuffing my face full of junk food, (I am an emotional eater ;) but then I realized that this would serve no purpose other than to make me fat and depress me further. Instead of focusing on the worst parts of the day, I cooked. I love cooking especially for my family (ie. Drew, my parents and sister, my inlaws etc.) My mom is out of town so I am cooking my favorite: Five Cheese Ziti for Drew, my daddy & sister, and while I was putting it all together, I tried to focus on all the good things rather than the bad. It worked for the most part, yes I still had a crummy day; but I have an amazing husband who will listen to me when I need to tell him about the busted milk and bad hair day. I have a roof over my head that keeps me dry when it's pouring down rain. I start school again in a few weeks, and I am looking at only a year and a half until I can start doing what I love. I have some great friends who love me and don't mind reading about my crazy days. I am blessed and I realize that it is simply a work of the devil when these kind of days come along. Sometimes I wonder what Job felt like. He had to deal with much more than I do, and he remained faithful...I am not always that way.In fact most of the time I do the complete opposite: I complain, I feel sorry for myself, and worst of all even when I look for the good in the day I don't always praise God. We are supposed to thank God in all things, and I don't do that. It's weird how a bad day can reveal so much...that kind of makes it a good day right? If anything I suppose God uses days like these to grow our prayer life and our patience. I am pretty sure someone out there is praying that I will have more patience...please stop! HAHA!