I’m not a morning person. Getting myself up and ready for work along with my daughter ready for school on time is a major accomplishment for me. So a few days ago, I was feeling quite proud of myself as I ticked tasks off my morning “To Do” list and realized that I was actually AHEAD of schedule! Oh joy! Oh rapture! What a great morning.
In my exuberance, I decided to warm up the car a bit before leaving to take Mo to school. Hey… While I’m at it, why not save a few steps and load up the care with our bags and things. Feeling pretty smart, I put it all in, turned on the engine and locked and closed the door. Wait! Was that my purse on the front seat? My purse with the spare key in it? Maybe if I grab the door handle quickly it won’t be completely locked, I thought. Surely there’s a three second rule on locked car doors. Nope. It wasn’t mostly lock. Not sort of locked or even kind of locked. It was completely and totally locked. Ugh. And, with the motor running. Double ugh.
So much for my great morning. So much for being ahead of schedule. Now Mo was going to be late for school. I was going to be late for work. What an awful time to have a full tank of gas. It could run for hours. My great morning quickly turned awful. Ruined. I was irritated at my husband who was working out of town that morning and unable to come in a rescue me like a damsel in distress. Irritated that I had to spend money I didn’t have on a locksmith. But mostly I was irritated and angry at myself for doing something so stupid. Ever heard of pockets, Einstein? Duh!
The locksmith came in under 30 minutes. “Hello,” he said, “How’s your morning going?”
“I’ve had better,” I sarcastically replied.
“Well,” he calmly continued, “You don’t know what sort of accident you missed out on by being here in your garage a few extra minutes.”
Wow! This locksmith really had the key. “Good way to look at it,” I sheepishly replied.
What little daily annoyances have really blessings in disguise? How many times have I failed to see God at work because I’ve been so caught up in the stuff of life? I think Francesca Battistelli’s song “This is the Stuff” really puts it all into perspective.
I lost my keys in the great unknown.
And call me please ‘cause I can’t find my phone.
This is the stuff that drives me crazy.
This is the stuff that’s getting to me lately.
In the middle of my little mess I forget how big I’m blessed.
This is the stuff that gets under my skin,
But I gotta trust you know exactly what You’re doing.
It might not be what I would choose,
But this is the stuff You use.
45 in a 35
Sirens and fines while I’m running behind
This is the stuff that drives me crazy.
This is the stuff that’s getting to me lately.
In the middle of my little mess I forget how big I’m blessed.
This is the stuff that gets under my skin,
But I gotta trust you know exactly what You’re doing.
It might not be what I would choose,
But this is the stuff You use.
So break me of my impatience.
Conquer my frustrations.
I’ve got a new appreciation.
It’s not the end of the world.
This is the stuff that drives me crazy.
This is the stuff – someone save me!
In the middle of my little mess I forget how big I’m blessed.
This is the stuff that gets under my skin,
But I gotta trust you know exactly what You’re doing.
It might not be what I would choose,
But this is the stuff You use.
I don’t think I’ll ever be a morning person, but thank goodness for locked cars and wise locksmiths. While it may inconvenience me and drive me crazy, Lord, help me look at every situation as a part of Your master plan. This is, after all, the stuff You use.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pqqdA8LHN7I
In my exuberance, I decided to warm up the car a bit before leaving to take Mo to school. Hey… While I’m at it, why not save a few steps and load up the care with our bags and things. Feeling pretty smart, I put it all in, turned on the engine and locked and closed the door. Wait! Was that my purse on the front seat? My purse with the spare key in it? Maybe if I grab the door handle quickly it won’t be completely locked, I thought. Surely there’s a three second rule on locked car doors. Nope. It wasn’t mostly lock. Not sort of locked or even kind of locked. It was completely and totally locked. Ugh. And, with the motor running. Double ugh.
So much for my great morning. So much for being ahead of schedule. Now Mo was going to be late for school. I was going to be late for work. What an awful time to have a full tank of gas. It could run for hours. My great morning quickly turned awful. Ruined. I was irritated at my husband who was working out of town that morning and unable to come in a rescue me like a damsel in distress. Irritated that I had to spend money I didn’t have on a locksmith. But mostly I was irritated and angry at myself for doing something so stupid. Ever heard of pockets, Einstein? Duh!
The locksmith came in under 30 minutes. “Hello,” he said, “How’s your morning going?”
“I’ve had better,” I sarcastically replied.
“Well,” he calmly continued, “You don’t know what sort of accident you missed out on by being here in your garage a few extra minutes.”
Wow! This locksmith really had the key. “Good way to look at it,” I sheepishly replied.
What little daily annoyances have really blessings in disguise? How many times have I failed to see God at work because I’ve been so caught up in the stuff of life? I think Francesca Battistelli’s song “This is the Stuff” really puts it all into perspective.
I lost my keys in the great unknown.
And call me please ‘cause I can’t find my phone.
This is the stuff that drives me crazy.
This is the stuff that’s getting to me lately.
In the middle of my little mess I forget how big I’m blessed.
This is the stuff that gets under my skin,
But I gotta trust you know exactly what You’re doing.
It might not be what I would choose,
But this is the stuff You use.
45 in a 35
Sirens and fines while I’m running behind
This is the stuff that drives me crazy.
This is the stuff that’s getting to me lately.
In the middle of my little mess I forget how big I’m blessed.
This is the stuff that gets under my skin,
But I gotta trust you know exactly what You’re doing.
It might not be what I would choose,
But this is the stuff You use.
So break me of my impatience.
Conquer my frustrations.
I’ve got a new appreciation.
It’s not the end of the world.
This is the stuff that drives me crazy.
This is the stuff – someone save me!
In the middle of my little mess I forget how big I’m blessed.
This is the stuff that gets under my skin,
But I gotta trust you know exactly what You’re doing.
It might not be what I would choose,
But this is the stuff You use.
I don’t think I’ll ever be a morning person, but thank goodness for locked cars and wise locksmiths. While it may inconvenience me and drive me crazy, Lord, help me look at every situation as a part of Your master plan. This is, after all, the stuff You use.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pqqdA8LHN7I
