Bite Me!!

When, oh when will I learn to quit being such a pity partier?  Why, oh why won't I learn to let go and let God a little quicker?  I know that if I keep up a tantrum, I'm gonna get what my momma use to say:  "You want something to cry about???  I'll give you something to cry about!!!"  And she delivered.  Who of us wants to continue to sulk and whine and feel blue over a change in our life.  A friend of mine blogged about labeling as if that gives us a right to be the way we are or react to something.  At this stage of my life, I need to start learning a little bit faster and so, as I knew would happen, I got something to cry about!   The day started out as any other hot summer day in Arizona.  Monsoon season is not dissappointing and the mugginess can make your bones a little achy and sleep a little more difficult.  But this change occurred and even though I know it's a great opportunity for my loved one...I couldn't shake this feeling of sadness.  As if I lost something.  So, I did my pity party and I thought it was going pretty good.  I walked around my house dragging my feet.  I went up to Camp Verde so my sister could console me.  All my friends and relatives shared their feelings of encouragement and love for me....so, it was a pretty good pity party.  But by day four, something had to give.  I was served a summons for a "Failure to Appear" on a speeding ticket I received.  A laptop I ordered was missing and other little financial issues popped up unexpectedly.  So, I started this day by praying and thanking God for everything.  I prayed for friends who have loved ones in the military, with the Lord, or unknown.  I thanked the Lord for hearing my prayers concerning my loved one and then after that, I did the dishes.  I did the laundry.  I was still dragging my feet a little, but I cleaned the toilets, three that the Lord had blessed me with.  I mopped the huge living room, foyer and laundryroom floors.  A friend was coming over to study for a test on this job the Lord blessed us with.  I saw spider webs out in the walkway and thought, I better clean those too because I don't want my friend to get bit.  So I swept and as I always do, I pull the webs with the leaves stuck on the broom off and a spider bit me.  The rest of the day was one big laugh.  I laughed with Mel who went with me to the Emergency Room; joked with the nurse getting my vitals; confessed to the Doctor I stole some gloves for a painting project and posed for photos to put on Facebook.  I even recorded the funniest last will and testament I've ever seen or heard and had Mel really laughing with my fake convulsions!  What happened?  I realized that I don't have the luxury of wasting days on pity parties.  So, my loving Father said to me, "You want something to cry about?"  And I get it.  I can laugh now and boy did Mel and I laugh, we even almost wrecked.  It was a good day, because the Lord knows how to deal with me.  And tomorrow, I'm expecting a miracle for a loved one.  God is good and His lovingkindness is Everlasting!