This is a work-related post. And technically, it should be over at LATI, but being that it's more personal in nature, I think it belongs here.
Every woman reading this knows that there is a certain week out of the month that we are not ourselves. I suspect that we never stop entertaining this certain week as the week we become the worse possible versions of ourselves, which is really quite unfortunate. It leaves us with two options - deal with it and make everyone around us happy or let everyone else deal with it while we remain miserable.
Yesterday was such a day for me. I didn't wake up ugly. I woke up just fine. When I went to take my mug of coffee to work, I discovered that I had left it at work. I didn't sweat it too much, figuring I could grab a cup of coffee in the office. Everyone else does it.
Apparently I'm not everyone else. I need to go to the Media Center and the coffee in there is not free. It's run on donations. Whatever spare change you can, well, spare. I didn't have any, so I went sans coffee that morning.
About ten minutes after I got to schoo, the headache started coming on full force. Then the hormones kicked in and I started feeling ugly.
Now, under normal circumstances, if you feel ugly, you can retreat for awhile or just not talk to anyone. Considering I work with four kids, very closely, who don't understand certain concepts - like headache, sick, or snarky - feeling ugly is just not an option.
Well, let's get real. It's not like we can turn these hormones off. And if we could, I suspect many of us wouldn't have them at all. (Well, we need them...but none of us need the side affects of these hormones when they go wonky, right girls?)
So, Big Man on Campus needed to go to the bathroom. He's prompt dependent, so I had to go with him. While I was waiting in the corner, I just prayed: "Lord, take this ugliness away from me."
Twenty minutes later, BMOC and I were heading back to the lunch room and I felt remarkably better!
In 1 Thessalonians 5:17, we are instructed to pray without ceasing. In the simplest of terms - don't stop praying or pray without stopping. Pray all the time.
I'm sure many of you might have rolled your eyes when I told the above story. Our God is so great, to pray for something so trivial is blasphemous!
Honey, in the grand scheme of things, our whole life is trivial. But our Great Creator is loving and He cares about each and every one of our trivial things. Even my crazy hormones.
After all, it was My Father who gave me the job at the school, shouldn't it be Him that I turn to when I need help?
I challenged my Sunday school students this past Sunday to take God out of the box and let Him walk with them the whole week through everything - tests, reports, sports, homework, and chores.
Won't you do the same?
Until next time...
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