Humble pie

Ever had that awful feeling on Sunday night when you realize you have to go back to work/school the next day, and you do everything you can to extend the night as long as possible? This dread of Mondays is not new to me. Weekends are usually so relaxing, a breather from reality (unless there is homework, in which case there is never a break from reality), and the thought of being thrust back into a regular schedule disrupts any attempt to slow down and "smell the roses."

That's how my week started. But, you know...God gave me the joy and the grace to be able to return with a smile, and to actually - get this - enjoy my work! If that isn't a miracle, I don't know what is! (Those who know my experience with working anywhere can understand this.)

When I got accepted to go to MZB, I asked God for a renewed passion for Him and humility to take it all in. I tend to harden my heart against vulnerable emotions, especially those that make me look weak, so it takes a lot for me to voice the fact that God is the Lord Almighty and He cares for my soul as if I were His child. God has used particular people and events through the past couple of weeks to open my eyes to my weakness and to His greatness. It is an ironically freeing feeling to acknowledge that I do not measure up to His requirements, but that He mercifully reaches out His hand daily to make redemption available to me each day. Whether I choose to accept it or not, He is still there waiting. I have often said that if I were God, the entire world would be wiped out long ago because of my impatience and intolerance of the people's arrogance. But, thank God that He is God and I am not! His mercies are new every morning, and I pray for the humility to remember that every day.