I had this day just las week. It started with very little sleep the night before, to extreme traffic on the way to work the morning after, to a not pleasant conversation with the new boss, to a text from my sister saying she was in the hospital.
By the time I got home late in the afternoon, I was done. Ready to crawl under the bed and hide, but I couldn’t hide because I had girls getting ready for practice, and a sister that still needed to be picked up from the hospital.
I took a deep breath, dried the tears and tried to push through it, but it wasnt enough.
I felt defeated, exhausted and lonely.
Finally, I remembered that no matter my circumstance, Christ is in me.
We now have this light shining in our hearts, but we ourselves are like fragile clay jars containing this great treasure. This makes it clear that our great power is from God, not from ourselves.
We are pressed on every side by troubles, but we are not crushed. We are perplexed, but not driven to despair. We are hunted down, but never abandoned by God. We get knocked down, but we are not destroyed.
2 Corinthians 4:7-9
Though it was unpleasant, that conversation with the boss has allowed me to take a peek at God’s plan, and to pay attention to what he wills me to do next. Though my sister’s hospital visit was unexpected, she is doing well. Perspective is the key, when facing difficult circumstances. This is something I need to put into practice myself.
How do you recover from a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day?