"I woke up on the wrong side of the bed..." Hello, World!
It has been far too long since I posted on this blog of mine! But, I've decided it's time to make use of it. I hope you enjoy my ramblings. And if no one reads this.. I enjoyed the process of rambling.
Here's my thought for the day...
Today has been a Jonah day. The car battery died.
I was 3o minutes late for class, and found myself flusteradly flipping through notes trying to remember where I was and which paper it was I was supposed to give my teacher.
I forgot to put on makeup.
I forgot to bring lunch, which was deeply upsetting because I love food.
The ability to speak seemed to avade me today. I would try to say "Hey there! It's so good to see you!", and it kept coming out "awhiey,issogudtosiyou". I must have been (perhaps I still am) tired. I got a lower grade than I would like to on my math test, due to my own silliness. The misery dragged on and on...
By the end of my first college class I plopped on a harder-than-it-should-be chair with a furrow in my brow and a sigh in my heart.
Then I thought of this...
"5 Jonah had gone out and sat down at a place east of the city. There he made himself a shelter, sat in its shade and waited to see what would happen to the city. 6 Then the LORD God provided a leafy plant[a] and made it grow up over Jonah to give shade for his head to ease his discomfort, and Jonah was very happy about the plant. 7 But at dawn the next day God provided a worm, which chewed the plant so that it withered. 8 When the sun rose, God provided a scorching east wind, and the sun blazed on Jonah’s head so that he grew faint. He wanted to die, and said, “It would be better for me to die than to live.”
Here is Jonah. Ever provided for by the Lord. He has one bad day and he looks up at the sky and says "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WILTED MY TREE, GOD! I'm SOOOOO ticked, God. I'm so mad I want to DIE!"
God has chosen Jonah, drawn Jonah, loved Jonah, spoken through Jonah. Just because the tree that was shading him began to wilt, he wants to die? Real mature, Jonah. Real mature.
This was the moment when I had my revelation. My life is beautiful! I have friends, a home, memories. I am saved and loved. Just like Jonah, I am loved, chosen, drawn by God. My life has purpose and direction. Sure, my proverbial tree had wilted this morning, but life is so much bigger and better than feeling a little bit of sunstroke. It may be a Jonah day, but I will be no Jonah.
Jonah days are awful. But in the end, they're just days.
With that in mind, I decided to smile. Since I didn't bring lunch, I got to go have an adventure at a side-of-the-road tikki with my friend Rachel. We got shrimp, frenchfries and a discount. It was lovely. I never did regain my proper speaking abilities... but that's okay. It made everything funnier. My math test score is irrevocably irritating... but there will be other tests! And, in the words of... someone... "The sun will go on rising and setting..." I reveled in the fun of my math class buddies. Played my music as loud as possible, and sang along. I had a lovely time talking with one of my funnest, dearest friends in the world, and we laughed copious amounts. My Jonah day turned out to be lovely. God has blessed me, and I am grateful!
In closing I would like to share this little prayer/song. It sort of my life prayer. And it helps with Jonah Days.
Teach me to love in a world full of sorrow
Teach me to live like my lifetime is borrowed.
Help me to stand in my faith in your plan, and to see through the storm
Teach me to love, the helpless the strange
Teach me the way that you changed the unchanged
Help me stand on this cold fallow ground and to see it turn into spring
My trust is in You, all my dreams I have given.
My joy is in You, and my hope is in heaven.
Alleluia! Amen! Aufweidersein and remember the Alamo.