On Mondays I participate in the “Not Me Monday” meme and really enjoy sharing my funny mishaps, but this is the not so funny version.

On Friday, my little princess had whined a little too much … my hormones were raging just a little too much … so when I received a guilt ridden message on my phone, I flew out of the coo-coo’s nest. One of my family members had left me a message with a short list of functions I had not attended (judgment) with a dose of sarcasm to add some flavor. It flew all over me. My poor Mom has used the guilt card most of my life — so hearing it from someone else who knows should know better just hit a nerve. I called this person and didn’t hold back my frustration. Even though “for me” I was strong with my words — it was probably nothing. But I apologized as soon as I said it and felt like I had blown my testimony out of the water. Sigh. (Why can’t I just keep my mouth shut sometimes?)

Then yesterday … after posting my wonderful worship video (of course that took place first thing in the morning BEFORE the rest of my family awakened), I was under attack again. My dear Boaz said something to me and immediately I began to hear old tapes. I became that little girl inside and felt like a failure. CAN I JUST SAY I HATE SATAN? This all happened after I spent time praying for my husband and our church service. Figures, right? “Boaz” was hurting because of the tapes HE was hearing as a failure concerning what he thought was a missed business opportunity. I was receiving it as “my fault” — argh … satan! What a way to start off a Sunday morning. I knew I couldn’t let “Boaz” see my hurt before church because that is EXACTLY what the enemy wanted to happen. Even though that particular incident was captured and covered in prayer, the rest of the morning and early afternoon seemed to be bumpy (other than the time we were at church).

My petty grievances Friday and yesterday were NOTHING in the grand scheme of life. Just yesterday my pastor was talking about how apostle Paul found contentment in PRISON. Here I am, so blessed, and I allowed such silly things to take me off course. When it gets to this point — I know I’m living off of yesterdays manna and I need to get back on track.

I am especially ashamed to complain after I read this post today. Please visit Angie and pray for her family. Her post is entitled “The Worst Results Ever” … and she isn’t kidding. They could use your prayers.

I pray I will be so full of God’s Word and His peace that there won’t be any additional room for my fleshy ways and attitudes. I need a good dose of Jesus right now. I think I’ll go sit at His feet for a while.

Bless you all — and thanks for “listening” …