Some days are tough.
You wake up tired. Your kids aren't listening. Your coworkers are grumpy. And it's not even Monday.
Today I find myself having to be my own cheerleader. Today I have to remind myself that I'm pretty awesome even if I'm not perfect.
So the kitchen wasn't spotless when I left the house this morning. But I did manage to put away the clean dishes before I left.
Maybe there are four loads of laundry to fold. At least there are clean clothes when someone runs out of socks. Hopefully, that will get taken care of tonight.
I may not have a husband or boyfriend but I'm a catch. The right guy will know I'm worth pursuing. I won't have to spend my time chasing him, but I will be ready to let him know I'm interested.
This is one of those days where my life feels like it is in limbo. But when I'm my own cheerleader, I remember my blessings. It's hard to stay down long with so much to be thankful for.
That is why I did not even consider myself worthy to come to you. But say the word, and my servant will be healed. - Luke 7:7
Yesterday at church, the preacher talked about the centurion who was humble and confident. He was humble because even though he was a man of high ranking within the Roman world, he knew he was less than Jesus. The centurion showed his faith by showing confidence that Jesus could heal his servant without stepping foot in his home. And Jesus did it.
Then the preacher started poking at old wounds. I imagine I wasn't the only who felt that way. He asked how many of us had given up on praying about something in our lives because God hadn't answered yet and things weren't happening the way we wanted.
The preacher encouraged us to begin our prayers again. He lead the congregation in a prayer to renew marriages, repair broken finances, and bring lost people to Jesus.
I have things I've let drop. Sometimes it's hard to trust God's timing when we feel like we've been going through for long enough. It's hard to believe that God loves us when we see other people doing the wrong thing and being blessed (or at least appearing to be blessed) when we are trying to follow Him yet seem stuck in the same place.
How many of us are waiting for God to speak something into our lives? I know I have friends who are praying for circumstances in their life to improve. We have to keep praying and keep believing.
And I need to keep praying for them.
I left church yesterday full of hope that things will get better and prayers will get answered.
