Tuesday, March 27, 2007

If It's Not One Thing, It's Another

Today seemed to be one thing after another. I hardly slept last night. When I woke I was sick to my stomach to the point of wanting to vomit. More than likely I was just nervous for my speech assignment. I went through the day dreading the moments that I was going to do the speech. Anytime I thought of it my heart began to race and started to sweat. Why the heck am I going through this? I've never been this anxious about assignments like this. Even my interview assignment for this class "freaked" me out. I just think I feel my grade is so important to me. In addition, not only am I talking in front of people but I am also recording myself. The rest of my work day went well. Then to come home and find that our garage door wasn't working properly. For a few weeks we've been having issues. For instance, it will go all the way close and then immediately open. However, in the past we've been able to clear the "eyes" (where there was no problem anyway) and it'd work. Not today. I started pacing trying to find the manual, while trying to eat because I had made a previous engagement and really wanted to continue with that. But at the same time was worried about getting the door fixed. David said, "I'll take care of it" and I went on to what I was planning on doing, which is odd because I never leave when I feel something needs done. It helped because I got to get out and take a walk. The fresh air was refreshing and I felt as though I was getting some sort of workout per say. My company was nice too. I came home to find the door fixed, thanks to my awesome husband. Yay! Then, the next thing. The internet wasn't working. As I tried to fix it, it made me think of something. Even though I've had all of these things thrown at me today, I think it's was God's way of telling to to slow down and take a breather. By making me go through getting frustrating I finally threw up my hands in the air and said "God, take it." After making this realization it made me think of something someone had sent to me awhile back. Of course I searched for it in my stash of quotes and couldn't find it, but God once again delivered by allowing me to find it on the internet (obviously, our internet is finally working after a little tinkering.) Anyway, so this is the "letter" that I thought of....

Good Morning.
I am God.
Today I will be handling all of your problems.
Please remember that I do not need your help.


If the devil happens to deliver a situation to
you that you cannot handle,
DO NOT attempt to resolve it.
Kindly put it in the SFJTD(something for Jesus to do) box.


It will be addressed in MY time, not yours.
Once the matter is placed into the box, do not hold onto it or attempt to remove it.
Holding on or removal will delay the solution of your problem.


If it is a situation that you think you are
capable of handling,
please consult Me in prayer to be sure that it is the proper resolution.


Because I do not sleep nor do I slumber,
there is no need for you to lose any sleep.
Rest, My child.
If you need to contact Me, I am only a prayer away.

2 comments:

Joey said...

I love that quote! Believe me, I know it can be hard sometimes to let God handle things. But we do need to let him no matter how big or small the situation may be. I'm glad David got the door fixed....he's sooooo manly ;)
See you tomorrow!

Daleen said...

Heidi,

All I could think of was Roseanne Roseannadanna (Gilda Radner) from SNL when I read your post. Please tell me that you're not too young to remember that. (But you probably are.) Having one of those days too. My CD player in my car won't reject. Ford garage says that'll be $350(huh?) Now my printer is not working (grrrrr.) Just waiting for the 3rd thing....or is it GOOD things come in threes? Gotta laugh or you cry right? And as Nana Jo always said, "From the day you're born til you ride in a hearse, there's nothing so bad that it couldn't be worse." But seriously I am truly grateful for all my blessings. I know you are too. Keep on blogging. I love your posts.
D