Pot Boiling Over

Today was just one of those days.

Nothing actually went wrong, but everything was hard.

I took a test yesterday, and the day after the test is just plain agony, especially when the tests are not returned.

I took a test today, and actually think I did good. I'm still not going to become an accountant, though!

I gave a speech today. I barely made the time frame, although she gives you 30 seconds plus or minus, but again, getting to the goal was a struggle.

God told me to go out and census for a while, but I chose not to, reasoning that I only had an hour and half before work. I accomplished nothing instead.

I went to work, and because it was raining, the kids had to be inside a lot. And of course they were rowdy, because they've been inside all day. They went swimming, and then later we went outside, but it was a long day.

I met with my census boss, and he was surprised I hadn't done as much as he thought I had. Guess what my weekend looks like?

I argued with my sister over where my loofah should remain: in the sink or in the tub. And then I yelled at her because she didn't put my towel back where I wanted it. How trivial!

And to complete my skewed day, my favorite show, the only one I watch, has just ended. No, excuse me, it ended last week with a "to be continued." As in, continued next season! Just force agony upon me! It wouldn't be so bad, except I had been expecting this week to be the last, so there was a week's worth of disappointment in me.

I missed His grace today. I think if I'm going to shower in the morning, I need to get up earlier so I can spend time in His Presence first and foremost, because if I don't right away, I won't at all. And I can't go without Him.

Maybe that's the lesson I need to learn today. I need Him more than anything else. If my pot is boiling over, maybe it's the signal to jump into the fire and burn for Him.