I normally start out in a good mood and end up cranky somewhere between 9-10p.m., unless I've had a nap. I'm not a night person. I'm not a 'wait in line with a bunch of strangers' person. I don't like going out of my house unless I absolutely must and that's usually to church or the grocery store. I'll leave the house to get fed spiritually and physically, but that's about it. I tried many times to 'take it to the Lord' but ended up taking back my bad attitude and spent the day aggravated and weepy. 'If our miracle would come I wouldn't have to go to the food bank'. Lord, where is our miracle? 'If my husband had a job I wouldn't need to go to the food bank'. Lord, where is my husband's job? If people would buy my art, we wouldn't need to go to the food bank. Lord, where are You? where is the miracle, the job, the people who want to buy my art? Where? Where? Where?
Today I am in a much better mood. We are still unemployed. Still no buyers for my art...yet! And there is food bank food sitting in my cupboards and on my kitchen floor. We are now participating in the local food stamp program. Pride? What pride? We are brought low, but He lifts us high. We are learning contentment. LINK
'I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content.'