ONE OF THOSE DAYS
You surely have had one of those days. You know the kind that starts with such promise and little by little unravels into a tangled mess leaving you frustrated, despondent and a little angry. Nothing catastrophic has happened—just a bunch of, comparatively small, unpleasant surprises that you can’t fix.
This is a stressful time of year for me because, as my sister’s guardian and conservator, on or before March 10, I must file papers with the court proving that I am neither abusing her, nor am I stealing her money.
I learned the hard way that it is smart to hire an accountant to handle the financial report. He likes to keep me on pins and needles each year wondering whether or not he will finish it before the deadline. Bless him! He sent the final copy yesterday, five days early.
I awoke this morning with great anticipation. I would finally hand my reports over to the court, and forget about them for eight or nine months, while they drag their feet deciding whether or not to grant their stamp of approval. I could feel the stress slipping away, as I struck out for the courthouse.
Of course, the closest parking place was thirteen miles away, but I finally made it through security allowing my cane to be scanned, I don’t know what they thought I had in it. I headed down the hallway toward the Probate Office, but the Probate Office was no longer there. Upon inquiring, an officer told me that it had never been there. Oh, really? “It’s on the second floor where it’s always been,” he said. It wasn’t there either, so after limping around for miles, I finally came back downstairs, and there was the office, just around the corner.
Thankfully, I didn’t wait long before my number was called. The pretty girl took my papers, “That will be $300.00,” she said.
“For what,” I demanded. “I have to pay you for doing something you make me do?”
The clerk had an extended conversation with the girl behind the next window, and together, they decided, “Yes, $300.00.” I didn’t have $300.00, and they wouldn’t let me write a check, the rules will not allow me to use my credit card to pay my sister’s bills. Being reimbursed is a sticky business that requires a lot of explaining, but I had no choice. Suffice it to say, “I left the courthouse thoroughly deflated.”
From there, I traveled across town to return a walker I had purchased at a Mobility Store. I didn’t need it after all, so I wanted my money back. Wonderful news! I had to forfeit 25% of the original purchase price for a restocking fee. When I objected, the salesman pointed to a sign high on the wall on the other side of the show room. “Of course,” I said. “I’m going to nose around the store ferreting out all your sales rules before I make a purchase.” Though he insisted he would have to resell the walker as used, I knew better. It had never been out of my car and still had all the tags on it.
We finally agreed that he would return everything but the sales tax. This morning, I discovered that he had cheated me by $7.00. I hate that! Oh well, it was one of those days. I even left the grocery store without my groceries, and my brother wasn’t home when I called to whine to him about my crumby day.
What do you do with a day like that? Well, you can come home and pout and complain and feel sorry for yourself. I must admit I did exactly that for a while, but honestly, that kind of behavior takes a lot of energy, and I am a bit lazy. So what is the alternative?
Psalm 118:24 says, “This is the day the Lord has made; we will rejoice and be glad in it.”
Does that mean every day? Did God actually make this insufferable day? Must I really be glad about it? I think so! However, if we remember that GOD IS IN CONTROL, He knows exactly what is happening, and He has allowed those annoyances in our life, that makes all the difference in the world.
“…I will rejoice and be glad in it.” That’s hard to do, but it’s a lot more fun than pouting. Shout joyfully to the Lord. Come into His presence with singing, dance a little jig, for the Lord is God, and you belong to Him. You are one of His lambs. That assurance alone ought to be enough to lift the gloom.
A song I used to sing with children says it all.
Happiness is to know the Savior
Living a life within His favor
Having a change in my behavior
Happiness is the Lord.
Real joy is mine no matter if the teardrops start.
I’ve found a secret. It’s Jesus in my heart.
Happiness is to be forgiven
Living a life that’s worth the liven’
Taking a trip that leads to heaven,
Happiness is the Lord.
Tomorrow may be another one of those days, even a day with tears. Who knows? Just remember He is in control, and…
The sun will come out tomorrow!