Pity Poor Me

Saturday I had a bad day.
Yes, Dorothy, Christians have bad days.
It started off very good. My oxygen was up and breathing was good.
It was Saturday and I planned on getting out of the Fortress which I usually do on Saturday.

That’s when Betty told me we would he to wait for Pennie to come back from Church because she wanted to go with us.
We had to pick her up when she was ready because she still wasn’t able to drive.

So I was stuck there.
I sat and mussed and the longer I waited the worse it got till the musing became a full scale pity party.
Pity poor John stuck in the Fortress.
How horrible.


Then Pennie called and we went to pick her up.
She wasn’t ready but she had a list of things for us to get.
Now she wasn’t going shopping with us.

We waited all that time. Grrrrr.

Worse , when Betty took her to work she took out the thing that held my oxygen bottle in the car so she could charge her cell phone from the cigarette lighter.
Now the tank kept falling over.

Pity me.

Now I was angry with my daughter who is on crutches and in pain but pity party people don’t think they react .

So when she got home I let her know how unhappy I was.

Now, she had spent the day at Church working with the youth group on Sunday’s service and was not at all ready for an angry father. Besides she was in pain.

In the middle of the confrontation I suddenly saw that I was having a pity party and I told her so.
Sometimes God lets you see yourself just in time.

Then the picture of the kid with the spaghetti on his head and the words “ This is the Day the Lord has made let us rejoice and be glad in it” came back to my mind.
God’s joy returned and the pity party ended.

If only I had turned in prayer when it began.
If only I was only Saint and no longer sinner.

But God accepts me as I am even though I failed to show what a real Christian was like.
How wonderful is that.

Just in case I missed the lesson. These are words from the song the Youth Group brought us in Church yesterday

All I need's another day
Where I can't seem to get away
From the many things that drag me down, yeah
I'm sure you've had a day like me
When nothing seems to set you free
From burdens you can't carry all alone
In you weakness He is stronger
In your darkness He shines through
When you're crying He's your comfort
When you're all alone, He's carrying you

I get down, He lifts me up
I get down, He lifts me up
I get down, He lifts me up
I get down
I get down, He lifts me up
I get down, He lifts me up
I get down, He lifts me up
Everytime I'm down the Lord lifts me up

One of those wonderful little coincidences Thom.
Just the right song for me.
Praise God for wonderful little coincidences.