I left the nursing home this morning after another demanding and frustrating morning. As I started my twenty minute commute to my next destination, a friend's invitation surfaced in my mind: Instead of asking Him, 'What should I do with my day?', ask 'What do You want me to do with Your day? How do you want me to do Your job today?' Because it's His anyway...
Sensing a need to change my attitude and crabbiness, I thought I'd give it a try.
God, how do you want me to do Y...Yo...Yooouuu...r...
I couldn't do it. I couldn't bring myself to call my job His.
It's my job.
I may not like it much of the time, and I may constantly complain about it and dream of greener pastures...
But it's mine.
If I call it His (as though He didn't create it and give it to me in the first place), am I going to be stuck doing it forever? Am I doomed with no way out?
Will He make me do something I don't want to do? Something even worse than poop and puke?
What will I have left? I won't have any control...
And I think that's supposed to be the point. I'm not supposed to have anything left; I'm supposed to give it all to Him. All of me. I'm not supposed to have control (as if I did anyway); I'm supposed to trust and lean on Him.
I wish I could say that realization made everything better and I fixed it all immediately.
But I didn't. In fact, on the way home I did the exact same thing.
God, what do you want me to do with Y...Yo...Yooouu...r... my evening?
1 comment:
Thanks for sharing this! I needed this reminder, especially being a stay at home mom to three little boys many of my mornings are demanding and frustrating!! and sometimes I feel like all I deal with is poop and (occasional) puke. Honestly I haven't even really considered it "His" job or "His" day, although He did "give" it to me! Thank you for this perspective and truth. Maybe my days will get better as I give up control and give Him control to order and orchestrate them.
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