What the Wrong Side of the Bed Taught Me

I woke up on the wrong side of bed.

Tired.
Five hours was not enough.

• My eyes were puffy.
• My head hurt.
• My mind was irritated.
• My heart was complaining.

I prayed, “Lord help me. I don’t want to complain. I don’t want to gripe. I don’t want to compare, I’m tired.”

My pitiful attitude came out on those around me (not a proclamation I’m proud of).

I hadn’t had my devotions yet–I was trying. I was getting there. I was trying to get everyone else ready, being a supermom on non-supermom strength (that’s called: no God-strength), but I charged on.

All where safe in there spots.
Then I opened the Word.

• HA!
• God has a sense of humor.
• Well, at least with me He does.

I didn’t notice where my devotions ended the day before, but this is where they begun today:

If I wasn’t convicted enough, and saw my sin, the Lord graciously sent me to,

“I am the vine, ye are the branches: He that abideth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit: for without me ye can do nothing. If a man abide not in me, he is cast forth as a branch, and is withered; and men gather them, and cast them into the fire, and they are burned. If ye abide in me, and my words abide in you, ye shall ask what ye will, and it shall be done unto you. Herein is my Father glorified, that ye bear much fruit; so shall ye be my disciples (John 15:5-8).

We can blame our kids, even our husbands, or just people, but let’s be honest with ourselves (I am speaking to myself here) we are just as needy as they are. We are no different. We need God just as much as a child needs or depends upon their parent. As much as we can grow weary, even with our blessings, God never does with us. And you know what, neither should we.

He loves us. We are His children. We are never a burden to Him. He loves us like we love our own children, despite our messiness, our pitiful, wrongful, sinful attitudes, and even when we break His heart. He loves us even more than we love our own children. God loves us because we are His.

This morning I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. It was not anyone else’s fault, but my own. I confessed my sin to the Lord, to my husband and to my children.

• I didn’t start out right but I am praying through this day that I end well — in HIM, not through myself. Abiding in Him because as His child, I am engrafted into Christ who is my only source of life, strength, power, my everything and it is already there.
• I chose to cut it off this morning with my foul attitude of self righteousness and pride in the disguise of “tiredness.” Shame on me!
• I am complete in Christ, not complete in self! I am thankful for the power of His (life-changing) Word this morning! My soul is at rest.
• How about YOU!

In Christ I am SHE {Saved. Hopeful. Empowered.}