Okay, I must confess—I feel like I’m just spinning.
The last week and a half shot past like a bullet. I’m wondering, about my fruit. The fruit of the spirit that is—
But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law. (Gal. 5:22-23)
I’ve been emotional, but I can chalk it up to hormones. I’ve been patient until you say something then I might bite off just a finger or an ear. I decided it would not be polite to take your whole head off (particularly my dear husband and my dear sons). But the most difficult is self-control especially when I’m not in control.
Now that might not make sense if you’re not a controlling type person. But I like to be in total control of my schedule. I like to have things-typically somewhat planned out. I usually leave room for modifications as adjustments are likely to be inevitable.
Like when I expected my boys to be out for the entire weekend and I had the house to myself. I wanted to write. No sooner do I get going good in the writing project, I learn they’re coming home a day early. Good news! It should be. I got to spend all day Monday with them. But that’s not what I planned.
Then Monday, I wander around aimlessly like a lost child. Not sure what to expect. Nope, I had no self-control.
Tuesday, no control a migraine. Wednesday, computer crashes. (I
borrowed commandeered my son's computer to check email and post on the blog.)
I laughed and sang praises this morning. What else can I do? This is not serious stuff. Just not what I planned either. I think I’m doing better.
I used to be a lot like Dustin Hoffman’s character in Rain Man. If everything was not perfectly timed and on schedule, I totally freaked out.
No, I’m not that bad anymore. I can keep my dignity now. I laugh. Afterall –I’m a woman! A Proverbs 31 woman that is:
She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come. (Pv. 31:25)
Engrafted by His Grace--