I was sitting in church when the pastor started out with a question:
“Are you grumpy today?”
I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. It had been one of those mornings.
I got up early to make waffles and by 9:00 a.m. the kitchen looked like a tornado had swept through it. Abby got syrup all over her new dress. Nick forgot to roll up his sleeves. And Anna had sticky mouth. I finally cleaned up the kitchen – and the kids -- and kicked on the dishwasher. But it wouldn’t start.
This is the third time we’ve had to get this stupid dishwasher fixed this year. We should have bought the extended warranty.
The dishwasher would have to wait. I loaded the kids in the car – we were already running late – and I turned the ignition. Dead battery. After a quick jump, we’d be lucky to get to church before the sermon started.
Yes, I was grumpy all right. I had my grumpy pants on, and I wasn’t about to take them off. Not even for church.
Yet in the midst of my pity party, I could hear God calling. Very softly. But very directly.
Always be joyful. Never stop praying. Be thankful in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you who belong to Christ Jesus. (I Thes 5: 16-18 NLT)
I think he might be talking to me!
Is it Friday yet? Is anyone else grumpy?