stay the course


The house is still for a moment as your father and I sip coffee late in the afternoon.

He asks how the day has been and I give a curt “fine”. He knows better; he sees past the fine and pursues.

I tell him the noise level in our home could match a coliseum event and the baby whined for no reason and no one wanted to do school (including the teacher) and by this time, my voice has broken a bit because the day has been a torrential downpour of frustration.

And as this song of lament plays, I tag on, “And I had my quiet time and prayed this morning. The day started out so right!”

And your father, who sits and listens, and speaks with compassion in his eyes, “God isn’t a genie in a bottle, Amanda. You know that.”

And yet I haggle with Him nonetheless.

I’ll give you my mornings of prayer and reading your Word if You’ll give me peace and serenity.
I’ll gladly worship if You’ll fill me full of the fruits of the spirit.

The truth is there are bad days. There are headaches. There are uncomfortable phone calls. There are apologies. In this home of ours there is crunchy rice.

It’s what we do on the bad days that strengthen our faith. 

Will we wallow or wander away from this commitment of Christ following? Or will we continue on?
And thank God for the good days. And seek Him the next morning and begin again.

Linking up this week with Michelle at Graceful & Jen at Finding Heaven

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Cathy O - January 30, 2012 - 6:10 am

Amanda, this a such a beautiful and blessed revelation. There is value in a bad day. Thank you for sharing that.

HopeUnbroken - January 30, 2012 - 8:38 am

oh, how i loved this! so many times i feel as if my day should go well if i’ve “done my time” in the morning. so selfish of me! giving praise–during the good and the not-so-good. this is the true praise.
thanks for the encouraging words this day. and i hope you have a blessed one!

kd sullivan - January 30, 2012 - 9:03 am

Ah, yes. Crunchy rice days. I still have those, and He’s still faithful.

Kristin - January 30, 2012 - 2:47 pm

I want to continue on!
Love the happy boy in the picture, makes me smile:)
(visiting from Hear it on Sundays. . .)

Jerralea - January 30, 2012 - 4:14 pm

I agree- it’s what you do on the bad days that strengthen our faith. And boy, it seems sometimes we have a BUNCH of them!

You have the answer: tomorrow, you begin again …

Great post, and I love the photo of the happy boy with his sippy cup!

Elizabeth Griffin - January 30, 2012 - 10:15 pm

I love this idea! Found your blog through Jen’s link up. I think it is fantastic!

Kathleen Jaeger - January 31, 2012 - 1:29 am

Yes, sometimes at the end of the day the evening prayers have included thankfulness for bed and that it is done. Thankfully, too, that there is new mercy every morning.

Jen Ferguson - February 1, 2012 - 2:01 pm

It’s good to know that it works out for others like it works out for me. Do you know how many times I have said to God in the midst of a very trying day, “But I had QUIET TIME this morning?” A lot.

I love your encouragement to press on, even on the days when it feels that I can press no more.

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