This is the day that the Lord has made; Let us rejoice and be glad in it. ~ Psalm 118:24
I woke up bright eyed and excited to face the day-even though it was 5:00 am (and I’m by no stretch of the imagination a morning person)! My shift started at 7:00, so I needed to leave the house by no later than 6:15 to have time to get my costume and change before clocking in.
While getting ready, I heard some sprinkles outside, and thought “Ok, just a little rain. Still going to be a great day.”
When I opened my door to leave, those sprinkles had turned into a monsoon.
Well I have and umbrella, so maybe it won’t be so bad. I only have to walk a little ways to get to my car.
In those few hundred feet, the wind twisted my umbrella in all kinds of unnatural ways. It died a noble death trying to keep me sheltered from the buckets of water falling from the sky.
Sitting soaking wet in my car, I was wondering why I even bothered drying my hair, and planning how I was going to get from my car to the costuming building to the bus and finally to the entrance of the utilidors without an umbrella.
Maybe the rain will die down by the time I get to work…
No such luck. I decided I would just put on my company issued rain jacket, make a run for it and hope for the best.
By the time I made it to the locker room, I was dripping wet with my new costume, also wet. I had to carry it with no umbrella to protect it. I did the best I could though, trying to hold it underneath my raincoat, but all efforts were useless with the way the rain was pouring down.
After changing, I had a few minutes so I went to the hand dryer (conveniently mounted on the wall high enough to be above my head), and proceeded to re-dry my hair.
Throughout my adventure getting to work in a monsoon, the rain was waging war against my freshly fixed hair (which, let’s be honest, was all I was really worried about), while a sour attitude and grumpy disposition were waging a war on my heart.
I could have let the rain ruin the rest of my day, and there have been many days when I have let bad circumstances control my thoughts. Now, when I say “bad circumstances,” I really mean petty things like rain or waiting in line or getting behind a slow driver on the way to work. It amazes me how I can let such insignificant things often have such a significant impact on my day.
But this morning–before opening my door and knowing what the day held–I had made a point to thank God for the day ahead of me and ask him to help me rejoice in all the things that might come my way.
And he was faithful! By his grace I was able to view the rain in the proper prospective (really NOT a big deal in the light of eternity), laugh at the situation and enjoy the rest the day God had made. Granted, it wasn’t the best hair day ever, but it still turned out to be a wonderful day!