Stop The Pity Party!

I have got to keep it real with ya, this morning when I woke up- I really wasn't feeling this day. Man, I was tired beyond belief even though I went to sleep earlier last night than I have in a long time. I believe it was around nine o'clock when I got into bed. Yet, this morning I couldn't pry myself from the pillow and the fact that it was forty-some degrees outside didn't make it any better.
"It's Sunday! Sleep in," my body begged.
"It's Sunday! You need a word from the Lord," my soul said.
And the war was on. My body wanted to stay home. My inner woman said we can't continue to go on like this. I felt like a car does when it is on "E" and used up most of what is in the reserve tank. I need to be refreshed and revived and staying home wasn't going to get it. Finally, I got the kids ready and fed minus their hair being combed. Half of the battle was won.
However, the question every woman is faced with daily appeared- What am I going to wear?
And wouldn't you know it- no pantyhose in sight. I had passed by numerous places yesterday but never considered pantyhose for Sunday. I was determined I was going to church regardless. If sleep wasn't keeping me home, pantyhose sure wouldn't. I envisioned the outfit I would wear. I ironed my blouse and everything. The skirt- where is my skirt? After tumbling over three baskets of clean clothes and ransacking both of my closets (isn't God good- I have two closets full of clothes?) I couldn't find the skirt. I found it in the dirty clothes hamper. "Great," I said sarcastically to no one. Determined that I was going to make it to church, I went back to the closet and found a blue jean dress which was wrinkled beyond belief. I must have spent a good twenty minutes ironing it and figured that the dress was meant to be especially after I stumbled upon some hosiery. "Yeah," I said patting myself on the back. After I showered and combed my girls' hair then I put on the dress and wouldn't you know it- I must have gained some weight since the last time I wore the doggone thing because it was feeling a little snug in the arms. "That's just great, but I'm still going to church," I told myself. I buttoned it up and it fit everywhere else or did it? When I looked down, it was barely above my knees and I wanted to wear some high heeled boots with it. I let out a sigh and the battle intensified. I could just stay home. So, I looked in my closet and found another skirt to go with the already ironed blouse and I told myself this outfit was going to have to work no matter what. I already missed an hour of church dealing with this foolishness. I began to pity myself . Why me? Why this? Why that? It had escalated beyond the outfits, beyond the tiredness, into other aspects of my life.
I went to church and there was a word for me . It was about fighting the battle and not getting weary. God is awesome. After church, my girls and I went to get some ice cream-probably something I didn't need but everything happens for a reason. I looked over into Little Caesar's parking lot and I saw this man hitting at something. Later, I saw him waving his club at something. When I ready to pull off, I saw a woman on the ground trying to protect herself. My heart broke right then and there. I didn't see this man actually hit this woman, but my body posture told a story. I began to pray for that woman and her situation. I don't know her. I don't know what happened and truthfully it's not my business. It's not my place to judge her and say anything about her. As I drove down the road I saw the police driving in that direction. I began to consider myself and realize I had a lot to be thankful for. That could have been me in that dusty parking lot. So, so what that my two outfits didn't work out this morning. So what I have gained a little weight and a little tired, and my bank account doesn't have as many commas as I would like for it to have right NOW, things could be a worse.
Take time to consider your situation- thank God for what you have and pray for someone else.

Peace and Blessings,
Jahzara