At the airport on Friday I wanted to ungraciously tell a guy he was in the wrong numbering position to get on the plane. I was #53, he was #54, he was in front of Shawn who was #52. I became so angry, “Why couldn’t this guy just pay attention”. My angry thoughts echoed in my head, my heart became hard. The Holy Spirit was quick to whisper, “Grace”. Conviction and my anger began to battle it out.
God is teaching me grace in the little things. Things like responding to the guy in the airport. Anger should not have been my first reaction to something so stupid (and when I say stupid I mean who cares if the guy was not in the correct spot?).
I was thinking yesterday that I wish it was the end of the year and this lesson could be over. That I could be 12 months deep into it and be the person God has for me to be then. But that’s not the way life works. We don’t get to jump from point A to point Z. There are a lot of blood, sweat, and tears to go through; and in the end we still may not be at point Z.
Over the last 25 days I’ve felt like throwing in the towel. I’ve told God I don’t get it. That it’s hard. That I’m not sure what it is I’m supposed to be learning.
I know I’m not the only one. Resolutions are hard, but I think this……is a lot harder. Choosing having God give you a One Word is allowing Him to take you and completely rearrange your life, your mind, your soul, your heart etc.
I’m not giving up, and neither should you!
So…how is your One Word going?