Interior of St. Andrew’s Catholic Church in Roanoke, Virginia, USA. by Joe Ravi
Good morning, beloved!
I would love to say that yesterday was a breeze. First day of school…stunk. Yes, I studied grace in my last blog and I had one of those days where I had nowhere to turn except cry out for help. Admit my absolute need for my Savior. I had an agenda in my mind and everything fell apart in one day. We were late, we were not getting subjects done, I was getting attitudes (go figure!). Oh good grief, I just couldn’t figure it out. All of their education from last year seemed to have leaked out their ears. I finally called another Mommy and admitted my need for advice. And I listened. Ok, what do I do? And she helped guide me to some new ideas and new thoughts.
I need the Lord’s guidance and grace. Oh, so much. I believe that I had a process going on yesterday. I can do this. I can get through my agenda. Ha! God, I’m good, I know what I’m doing. Ya, right…so by 5pm, I was lifting my hands saying no way, not without you. cleanse me, forgive me, help me! And then I was able to call a friend for help. Now, what’s interesting was during the day I tried to call out for help. Nobody could help..I wasn’t humble in my need. By the evening, oh, I understand. God needs to be a part of every moment of my day. Every part. His Spirit doesn’t check in and out as I see fit. Typing that out seems almost ridiculous, but I need to remember His Spirit is living in me and I need to hold tight to Him rather than a preconceived schedule.
So while I love talking to friends, I needed to first reach out to the One who offers me unconditional grace and mercy. I need Him most.
Psalm 42:7-9
Amplified Bible (AMP)
7 [Roaring] deep calls to [roaring] deep at the thunder of Your waterspouts; all Your breakers and Your rolling waves have gone over me.
8 Yet the Lord will command His loving-kindness in the daytime, and in the night His song shall be with me, a prayer to the God of my life.
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Well, now you see why the first day of school was always the worst day of the year for me, too. I’d come home so tired I couldn’t eat, tossed and turned all night, snapped at you and Tim and your mom–all in all, awful. I guess the important thing is perspective. Remember it will get better, and you will have fun, and the kids will learn. It just doesn’t exactly look like it now, but it’ll fall into place.
Not a bad lesson in life: sometimes, we just have to bull through situations, head down, teeth gritted, determined and in charge. Then things resolve, and settle down, they do, I swear.