Days of defeat

Do you ever just have one of those days? Days where nothing seems to go right, you go to the store to buy one specific thing and they are out, you manage to mess up even the smallest and simplest of tasks and you kind of just feel numb to the world?

It's been that kind of weekend for me.

Now I have to admit, it hasn't been all bad. I had a wonderful afternoon with my family and even got to see my sister and future brother-in-law on Skype and I had a day filled of high-fives from my favorite kids and even a colored picture from Maddy. Not bad stuff. :)

But as the weekend unfolded, disappointment and frustration seemed to meet me at almost every turn. For example, my gas tank was teetering on empty for most of the weekend so tonight after church I went to fill it up. My gas light was on so I didn't want to risk running out and stopped to fill up at a gas station that I normally don't go to. I got everything hooked up and began fueling when I noticed that it was filling up extremely slowly. Time was passing by faster than the gas was pumping - after 5 minutes I hadn't even broke the 3 gallon mark yet. So the clerk reset it (10 minutes and 6 gallons later) and when I went inside to pay, the reset had messed up my bill which took another 10 minutes to clear up. Almost 30 minutes for 12 gallons of gas.

I think I need to get a bike.

So I finally get home and I am very much looking forward to relaxing before this next week has to start. I make it down the ice-covered stairs of death, miraculously without falling and get inside, only to realize that I have no Band-Aids. Even though I had been to the store twice already, I had managed to forget Band-Aids, which I need for the morning. So I head back out, drive to Wal-Mart, find a parking spot, go inside and make a bee-line for the bandage aisle only to find out that out of all the different selection of Band-Aids they have to offer, the ONLY ONE that is completely out is the very one that I need. Wonderful.

I grab some other ones that will make do with and I know it is nothing important to get upset over but it felt like just another little blow to my weekend. If you have enough small blows and they come at you quickly enough, they can hurt just as much as the major ones.

I say all this to not vent out frustration but to hopefully show how much of a relief it was for me to come home, open my Bible because I am looking for SOME encouragement and it flips open to 1 Peter. I look over the page and notice a few of the verses that have been highlighted, specifically 1 Peter 5:7 "Casting all your care upon him: for he careth for you."

Sometimes it just really nice to know that He cares.

I forget that sometimes but I'm glad he cares and I'm thankful for the comfort that that verse and His word can bring, just when we need it.