Today was supposed to be my great day. I submitted the contest info yesterday, and today I could take a deep breath and not worry about anything until next Monday.
It's not turning out that way.
Hmm. This must be real pain. I don't want to write about it.
I have to provide more information to the contest. Either I missed something, some instruction somewhere I am not tech-savvy enough to discover, or I completely misunderstood who may enter the contest. I am waiting to hear back from them, but it makes me sick to my stomach to think I've done something wrong (even if I haven't).
I also discovered an old friend has become a moderate in the intervening years since we last saw one another on a regular basis. This is not a sin. It's not even something I think is necessarily wrong. But when I think of the number of people I know who seemingly cannot see the coming storm...it hurts me inside, way down in my gut, where I don't want to eat, and cannot sleep, and don't know what to do or say. In fact, there is nothing I can do or say. The changing of worldview is for God alone. This is probably something I should reserve for my other blog, but at the moment, the two incidents coming so close together have pretty much knocked me on my back.
I used to call Thursdays "Bite me Thursdays." They were my most hated day of the week. Thursdays are when everyone who put off what they should have done Monday realize that tomorrow is Friday and I need it done NOW! That kind of attitude only makes problems for customer service representatives.
For many years now, Thursdays have been as good as any other day for me. I think it was a change in my attitude, praise God.
But today feels like a "bite me" day, and I hate it.
I will pray for my friend, and pray for my country. I will pray for myself, because I don't want today to be "ruined" because of my mood. I will plod along and have faith that the sun will be out tomorrow, and in the meanwhile, the Son is with me right now.
All hail the power of Jesus' name, let angels prostrate fall, bring forth the royal diadem, and crown Him Lord of All!
Sorry about the downer post, dear readers. Today my heart is heavy. It seems dishonest not to admit it.