Do you ever have one of those weeks when you feel things piling up? I try for the most part to be a positive person, not an idealic person but a realist looking on the "brighter side". This week hasn't been the best for the "brighter side". It isn't as if the world came crashing in... just small things. You know the small things that happen in life, they just seemed to pile up this week. Broken favorite and only sunglasses, broken nice plate, my favorite jeans got worn through, I can't seem to find things that I know I have... all the small things that don't make up much but start to weigh on top of each other in the effort to push you down. Though the icing on the cake happened at the end of the week: my husband was waiting for me out side of a grocery store as I picked up some items on the way to dinner with friends and someone backed into him and took off. Yes, we got hit and run. I have to ask myself: what type of person.... I can't even finish it. Gladly no one was hurt and our car's bumper was the only physical damage but it put me in a bad place. Like a lot of people when things go bad and I am hurting I turn to and blame God. I know it is silly, even in my anger I know it doesn't make sense, but it is the nature of believing He is in control that he would keep stuff from happening or help me understand what it is I am supposed to learn. It is the analytical pompous in me that assumes I am due. Do I in all my blessings stand in awe of God? No, I mean don't get me wrong I thank him but not generally in a emotional filled awe (being the counter to my bitter anger). I have the audacity to scoff at the Old Testament Israelites in all of their folly, yet is is the same as my own.
This is not a normal post for me... as the few of you know. It is just one of those days you stop and take stock. With a deep breath and scoff to myself it is on with the day. I hope you enjoy my not so Wordless Wednesday.