Most of my posts are morning posts. Like 99%. And the truth is that I am an optimist. The day is new with very few mistakes and a schedule just waiting to be checked off.
So in an attempt to very real, I thought I would post an afternoon post.
This is not a typical afternoon, in fact, it’s probably one of the worst. Here goes.
I am tired. Exhausted. Too much to do and not enough hours to do it all, even if I had the energy to do it. Irritated. I know this is probably a result of being tired, but still. Who cares what caused it, the fact is that I am irritated. Very irritated. At anything that happens to rub me the wrong way. Mad. Mad at the fact that some of this is avoidable if I would only think ahead. Quit wasting time on unimportant stuff. A wee bit hopeless.
As I glance around my living room and see the mounds of clothes (that I was actually glad that I was able to get run through!) I wonder how in the world it is going to get folded and put away with the 18 million other things that have got to be done in the next 48 hours. I want to cry.
So I ask you, how in the world do I glorify the Lord in this? That’s the question running through my muddled brain. And only one answer seems intelligible:
Stay silent. Do what you can and above all, refrain from speaking.