I need a hug today. My car heater died, and the outside temp is 19 degrees. My son has a tummy ache and is upstairs, resting. My new job is tiring! Really, who willingly wakes up at 5 a.m.
Oh, yeah, I do.
My emotions are ruling me. Not good. God says I’m supposed to take captive every thought and make it obedient to Christ. I’ve even created a webcast called “Think Well,” so I know what to do but. . .
A recent scene:
“Why are you slamming cabinet doors, Lucy. You’ll break the hinges.”
(My thought: So you care more about stupid hinges than my feelings.)
SLAM. SLAM.
“Don’t you think you’re overreacting.”
SLAM. SLAM.
(Another deep thought: No, I’m not overreacting.)
SLAM.
(Another big thought: I hurt. I can’t be a robot like you. Just because I feel emotions, Mr. Robot, doesn’t mean I’m weak or volatile or PMSing.)
It means I’m real and stressed, and I’m behind in my Christmas shopping and decorating. I am thankful for my new job and for my hubby and that my Christmas tree is up, minus the trimmings. 😉
I prayed that God would provide me a job and He did. So why am I tantrumming like a preschooler?
I’m human. (Read: imperfect.)
And I need a hug. From my family, from my friends, from Jesus. Thank you, Jesus, for the reminder that you’re the ultimate Hugger. Amen.
Victory truth: Beautiful warriors need hugs. Lots of them. What about you? Do you need a hug today?
P.S. Do you want to watch my webinar “Think Well”? Leave a comment and I’ll send it to one special “winner.”
Here ya go…{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{BIG HUGS}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}
Thank You for being ‘real.’ That seldom happens in the Christian world… ;-}
(BTW – I remember years ago in the mid-’70s as a Flight Attendant getting in to O’Hare at 2:30 a.m., riding the Crew Bus out to the Crew Parking lot, scraping piles of snow and ice off of the car that was ‘mine to drive to work’ in a 15-degree-blustery wind – a 1940-something Hudson with no heat and a hole in the floor – then driving to our home out in Carpentersville… I cried all the way and my tears clung to my cheeks in rivulets of ice by the time I got home… I only THOUGHT those were the hardest days of my life…)
Lynden
Very good post. We could all use a hug from the Lord.
Sunday after church a group of single ladies were cleaning the snow off their cars and I heard them exclaim as they got rid of the white, “Oh, if only I had a husband tonight.”
hugging you from Colorado..
I’m not sure I know about your new job. Wow, 5am is early. I hope and pray God will supply all your needs according to his riches and glory. May you rest in his grace.
Merry Christmas, Lucy.
Wow! Thanks, everyone. Visit each other’s sites too and give hugs all around.
FYI: I’m working about 27 hours a week at a gourmet coffee and sandwich shop, doing whatever needs to be done. I had tried at least 20 times to get a parttime job (including lunch lady at my son’s school) over the past 2 1/2 years and the answer was always NO! Ugh. A couple Mondays ago, I walked into the coffee shop for its 35-cent bagels — which are the best on the planet! — the place was crazy-busy and I asked the owner, “Are you hiring?” And, ta-da, I got the job. It pays a few dollars more than minimum wage and I get tips. No complaints! The decision sits well in my spirit.
Merry blessings,
Lucy