Way back when, when hubs and I first came to the Lord, it never seemed to fail that we’d clash. You see, he was very zealous for the Lord (still is), especially on Sunday mornings. Not a bad thing at all. In fact, it is one of those things I absolutely love about him. On most days.
I’m not a morning person. Not a good thing when you have an exuberant one in the house. After twenty plus years together, I’ve come to expect the blaring stereo. For the past several weeks it has been to the tune of Bluetree’s God of This City. I’ve come to expect the joyous singing. But that doesn’t mean I’m any more of a morning person than I was twenty years ago. My personality wants to be left alone. I want to chew over my own thoughts in peace and quiet. I don’t want to be interrupted. My meditation upon the Lord is in quiet. Hub’s meditation is through song (the louder the better).
So, what is a person like me to do? Smile! Don’t let an irritated (all right a bad) attitude get in the way of someone else’s worship. Rejoice! If I give into those irritated feelings (and trust me they are feelings) it will cause me to clash with everyone around me. Not only will there be a slight rift between me and hubs, but the children will wonder why every Sunday their parnets fight. And it’s near impossible to minister sincere love my church family with a pasted on smile.
Instead of dwelling on the clash, I try to look beyond it. This morning I counted three blessings and smiled. For real!
This morning, instead of dwelling on the fact that I woke up to dirty dishes, Iwill praise God that my husband washed them for me. Instead of dwelling on the fact that one of my children misunderstood curfew by an hour, I will praise God that all my children are safe and healthy. Instead of dwelling on the fact that I must change out of my comfy sweats and into something more appropriate for church, I will praise God that I am not homebound.
Today, and even last Sunday, Pastor Fish preached from James.
Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry. . .
I am truly blessed to have a husband that practices these words. As for me, well, I am working on it.