Hunger turned into anger as I stomped through the house last night. No meat. No veggies. No eggs. Basically, nothing to cook. I was eating Ritz crackers and ready to cry. No money either. Finally, I thought of something we could eat: pancakes! We had some mix in the refrigerator. My son graciously cooked them for us and as I sat down to eat, he mentioned that he had the heat on a little to high. I didn’t care as I scarfed them down.
After eating, I glanced at the clock and realized that I was going to be late for our Wednesday night prayer meeting. I ran into the bedroom and quickly changed clothes, brushed my teeth and ran some gel through my hair. “This will have to do.” I thought. “No make up. I’m gonna be a scary sight tonight. Oh well…”
Driving to church, only ten minutes away, seemed to take forever and I felt like an elephant had sat on my heart. It was heavy. I fought tears. I prayed. “Lord, we are drowning!”
I came into the back of the chapel as they were singing the last song and was prepared to sit alone. I wanted to be alone, to sulk, pout and have a pity party alone. But, my friends saw me come in and called me to their table. Darn!
I sat down in that chair as tense as could be and as we sang, I again fought tears. I took the words of the song, taken from Psalms 119, and put them to use. “Not to us, but to Your Name be the glory…” I was not in that church for me, I was there to glorify His name. The tears that were welling inside, came to an abrupt halt and my spirit lifted as I sang to honor Him. The One who gave His life for mine.
After the message, prayer requests were lifted and our table talked about issues we had and I listened intently as I heard heartache after heartache lifted to God. One woman was in a bad car accident on Christmas day and lost her daughter. Another widow suffered in silence trying to raise five children alone in a drafty house without central heat and air. Others were grieving deaths. Some facing surgery. Wow…I didn’t say anything at all to my table last night and they noticed and asked if I was OK. I nodded. Yes, I am OK. The Lord has me in the palm of His hand and nobody, nobody can take me out.
I have problems, yes, but not near as bad as others and I should be thanking God that I have a home, hot water, and a family to clean up after. Instead there are days where I complain because of the mess they make or the house is drafty.
I am more blessed than the richest person on this planet because I have Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior. I cannot imagine going through life without Him. He is my Rock.
Oh, the coolest part of my day yesterday? I met a woman through Facebook who lives in Kenya. She is a Christian as well. She sent me a text last night at 1am and mentioned that it was 8am there and wondered what time it was where I lived and how I was doing. I met a sister in Christ that I will never see this side of eternity. But thanks to the God-given talents of those that invented technolgy that we have today, I have met her virtually. I just love “meeting” new people.
Instead of having pity parties, let’s pray for one another. There is always somebody else worse off that we are at this moment. We are so blessed. Thank you, Heavenly Father, for Your loving care and watching over our lives.