Rough day...

It was a dark and rainy day...no, wait. It was sunny and beautiful finally, as the weather finally broke. But the weather was just an opening.

I don't usually give in to things that jerk my chain, but yesterday was just one of those days that if any stray straw was headed in my direction, my camelback would have split in two! There must have been a memo sent to the world (at least to the small world around me) that this was the day to put me on their "poop" list, and make sure that I knew it.

Try as I might, in the midst of the struggle (and I do mean struggle!), to ask God to "help me keep my head about me, while all around me have lost theirs" I gave in to the resolve that I no longer wanted to be on their "poop" lists, and the proverbial "they" could cross me off their life list, too! My day of 'doormat' had come to a shouting match end (in my head, of course! A lady doesn't use those words out loud. ;o), and I was not laying down again!

There come times in a person's life, where even the good that they do, is:
1. never seen
2. misinterpreted and therefore
3. misunderstood
4. unappreciated because of self-absorption of the receiver
5. used as ammunition by an intimidator
6. seen only by the One who "stores our tears in a bottle"to reward jewels
for another day.

Please do not misunderstand. I am not about gaining pity, recognition, appreciation, or any other thing to draw attention to myself. Not the point of the above diatribe. It was just a crappy day and, I found myself here and just thought I would share it, in hopes that my five readers (hah, hah!) might identify.

After the argument in my head subsided, hours later, I was able to sort out some benefits of the struggle, and realize that sometimes you get the bear and sometimes the bear gets you. And I was still able to go to sleep last nite knowing that I answer only to Abba, and HE LOVES ME - eloquent potty mouth and all...after all, a lady never says all that out loud. ;o)