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Rosemarie and the day that wouldn't go away.


Ever have a day where everything you say and do comes out wrong? Every decision seems to be a bad one? Today started at 4:00 am. I found myself suddenly and completely awake. I had to take my sister to the airport but didn't have to leave for another 4 hours. I could not get back to sleep.

I had errands to do after dropping my sister off. The store I drove 75 miles to was closed. I had to drive another 75 miles to pick up new glasses. New glasses are good but the prescription is going to take a while to get used to. The doctor told me it would be a challenge and that was ok two weeks ago when ordered the things. Today... I wanted a challenge free zone. But... I tried to do the right thing when I got them- I put them on. I was tired, my neck hurt from being rear- ended in November. The rental car provided by the other person's insurance isn't comfortable. So in my new specs with the new 'script I charged forward and soon my head was aching and my temples throbbing. And I had 3 more hours of driving and 3 more stops to make before home.

When I got home I had a message from the IRS. That's not good. That's really not good. How can it be good when they tell you to return their call at 5:30 am? Next a message from a friend whose husband has been hurt at work....no disability insurance, he's a private contractor and they have two small kids. Ugh! I wanted a diversion I went online and started a conversation that I fear ended up offending and hurting a sister.

So now I am kicking myself for being dissatisfied with what God has given me today and having a sinful attitude about it; for not being grateful to have glasses that can correct my vision; for not being grateful for a rental car while mine is being fixed; for not exercising good decision making skills and going to bed instead of going online. And I am certainly having second thoughts about prolonging the day to blog about it... except that I need to have something to hang onto and here is where I found comfort.


Ps 56:8
8 Thou hast taken account of my wanderings; put my tears in Thy bottle; are {they} not in Thy book?

Ps 39:12-13
12 "Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear to my cry; do not be silent at my tears; for I am a stranger with Thee, a sojourner like all my fathers.
13 "Turn Thy gaze away from me, that I may smile {again} before I depart and am no more."

Rom 5:1-5
1 Therefore having been justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ,
2 through whom also we have obtained our introduction by faith into this grace in which we stand; and we exult in hope of the glory of God.
3 And not only this, but we also exult in our tribulations, knowing that tribulation brings about perseverance;
4 and perseverance, proven character; and proven character, hope;
5 and hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out within our hearts through the Holy Spirit who was given to us.
(NAS)

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