After I looked things over, I stood up and said to the nobles, the officials and the rest of the people, “Don’t be afraid of them. Remember the Lord, who is great and awesome, and fight for your families, your sons and your daughters, your wives and your After I looked things over, I stood up and said to the nobles, the officials and the rest of the people, “Don’t be afraid of them. Remember the Lord, who is great and awesome, and fight for your families, your sons and your daughters, your wives and your homes.”
Nehemiah 4:14 (NIV)
I’ve had a migraine for the last several days, and after 3 or 4 days of constant pain and a life that doesn’t stop, I get a little cranky. I’ve been trying to remove myself from situations where I lash out in exhausted, pain-fueled frustration, but I’m not always successful. My children got an earful this weekend. When my patience is already worn thin and I’m not feeling well, things I might better tolerate from my happy place really rub me raw. Thank God this morning started with prayer.
Does anyone like going to the Motor Vehicle Agency? I try to make the best of things, swaddling myself in my best patient spirit and a liberal dose of humor. Both in dealing with agency employees AND in waiting in line, I’ve met some lovely people. I try my best. Today was not my day. Headed from my car to the door just minutes after the office opened, I realized the forms for my beloved’s registration were not among the papers in my bag. I resolved myself to soldier on, and was encouraged by the helpful safety officer at the door who explained how I needed to go about getting my business done. He was a delight, but alas, the agency employee to whom I took my incomplete papers and hopeful attitude was not. After being sent away, harshly, a second time, with information she could easily have provided the FIRST time I met her in line, I felt my eyes welling with hot tears. Resolving to share my frustration, I looked to complain to a supervising employee. Then, (Thank You, God), I realized that there was likely very little to be gained from making this complaint. I expressed silent gratitude to The Universe that my day had begun in prayer with my husband, squared my shoulders, and came home.
It is my habit to offer a quietly delivered but detailed complaint when a customer service experience is unpleasant. It is also my habit to seek out a supervisor with the employee to share feedback on a positive experience and convey “job well done!” Today, however, I was certain that the lesson to be learned was for no one but me.
I cried just a little in the car. I drove home. Hungry, I went home, cooked and ate something good for me. My next door neighbor stopped by, (the one that I’m supposed to be looking after) and had no idea how she lifted my spirit. I calmed down. I got over it. And then it came to me...thank God my morning started with prayer.
I’ve often asked, “What may come of prayer?” This morning, calm came of prayer. This morning, a peace enfolded me, I remembered my great and awesome Lord. I quickly forgot all the foolishness that threatened to derail my day. I did remember, however, my happy place because my day started with prayer. I did remember that God is good.