I locked myself and my three dogs out of the house before work. I did have my car key, thankfully, so, because my dogs are little escape artists, I had to load them up in the car and drive to the bus lot to meet my mom so I could use her phone to call work and her key to get into the house.
After sitting and waiting for over twenty minutes, I finally had two logical, albeit late, revelations:
1. I could have driven to my work, let them know what was going on, and then gone to the bus lot.
2. I could have gone into the bus lot office and used their phone to call my office and then I wouldn't have been completely stressed out of my gourd while waiting for my mom to arrive.
Now, the reason I didn't do either of those was that I thought she'd be there five or so minutes after 8. However, I should have realized my error, as she doesn't get to her second job until after 8:30, which means that she wouldn't arrive at the bus lot until near that time.
When I finally decided that I would go to the bus lot office and use their phone while waiting, she arrived. I placed a panicked call to my boss and left a voicemail and then I called my office and spoke with someone there, to let them know I'd be in the office shortly. I then had to drive home, tuck my dogs safely away in the house, and head to work.
I could use a fast-forward button for today...or a do-over button, where I can get back in bed and start the day fresh.
All in all, though, God is good. What this showed me is that I am slipping in the patience department, slipping to the point that I have been using 'Christian' curse words to vocalize my frustrations. There is no such thing as 'Christian' curse words, I know, but that's the best way I can express it. I know that my heart is in error and that I am not spiritually aligned with Christ when I start using inappropriate language to express my frustration.
If anything, this was a 'good morning, wake up, Julie' moment for me and I am so thankful that my Savior would take the time to show me the poison in my attitude before it erupted into full out and out sinful anger.
Be blessed, all. Have a wonderful day.
After sitting and waiting for over twenty minutes, I finally had two logical, albeit late, revelations:
1. I could have driven to my work, let them know what was going on, and then gone to the bus lot.
2. I could have gone into the bus lot office and used their phone to call my office and then I wouldn't have been completely stressed out of my gourd while waiting for my mom to arrive.
Now, the reason I didn't do either of those was that I thought she'd be there five or so minutes after 8. However, I should have realized my error, as she doesn't get to her second job until after 8:30, which means that she wouldn't arrive at the bus lot until near that time.
When I finally decided that I would go to the bus lot office and use their phone while waiting, she arrived. I placed a panicked call to my boss and left a voicemail and then I called my office and spoke with someone there, to let them know I'd be in the office shortly. I then had to drive home, tuck my dogs safely away in the house, and head to work.
I could use a fast-forward button for today...or a do-over button, where I can get back in bed and start the day fresh.
All in all, though, God is good. What this showed me is that I am slipping in the patience department, slipping to the point that I have been using 'Christian' curse words to vocalize my frustrations. There is no such thing as 'Christian' curse words, I know, but that's the best way I can express it. I know that my heart is in error and that I am not spiritually aligned with Christ when I start using inappropriate language to express my frustration.
If anything, this was a 'good morning, wake up, Julie' moment for me and I am so thankful that my Savior would take the time to show me the poison in my attitude before it erupted into full out and out sinful anger.
Be blessed, all. Have a wonderful day.