Missed my Quiet Time.
Missed appointment with trainer!
“Who messed up my alarm?”
Accusations rage in my head and heart.
My day just started out all wrong. How could anything possibly go right?
My husband was taking extra shifts at work.
I know him. He’s adding up the untold bills in his head: movers, new furniture, wife not working anymore…
“Need to provide!”
He’s a hard worker with a good heart.
So Sunday when he had to come off a shift at 7 a.m. and sleep until 2 to pick up a shift at 3 p.m., he worried about oversleeping.
He hadn’t found his alarm in the mess of moving boxes, but mine was set and ready for the new week.
I admit hesitation. Did I really want to offer it up, selfishly thinking I might forget to reset it and miss my morning workout?
“Be generous, Lisa,” I counseled myself.
I asked my husband if I could set my alarm for him in case I wasn’t home to wake him.
He was pleased. His shoulders eased. He rested.
And after he awoke, I remembered to reset it!
I was awakened Monday to the sounds of my husband in the bathroom stirring, once again to get ready for his regular shift at 7 a.m..
I looked at my clock, 5:42!
What the heck!
My trainer was expecting me at the gym at 6 a.m. It now takes 15+ minutes to just drive to the gym. Plus the time it takes me to get ready.
I had set it for 5:00.
My day is ruined!
My husband must have messed up my alarm, somehow!
But before I blurted…
Before I mumbled…
Both of which I have been known to do, I felt this nudge deep inside.
Keep your peace….
…even if it’s just a small piece of peace.
I double-checked the alarm. Yes, it was set right.
Yes, it was on.
Yes, it as set to AM.
I tested the alarm in a different manner.
It didn’t sound.
What? Was it broken?
Had I falsely pointed blame in my heart?
I couldn’t have been MY fault?
Good thing I kept my mouth shut!
As it turned out, the volume dial had been turned down.
It must have happened while packing.
It was my doing and I had never thought to check it.
Thank You Holy Spirit, for a quiet, “piece if peace” nudge!
I went into the bathroom. My husband was brushing his teeth.
I hugged him from behind.
I felt too bad for my heart’s poor attitude before.
I was grateful that he was such a kind man and glad that I hadn’t leaked any of my inside yuk into his day.
I texted my trainer to tell him I would miss my appointment and told him I messed up my alarm.
He simply replied, “It happens.”
When I asked if he had any openings later that day, he said, “How about 7?”
How was all this going so well?
Wasn’t my day supposed to fall apart?
Wasn’t it “ruined,” in fact?
I’ve spent too many days like that.
Waking up to some ridiculous situation,
…some words carelessly spoken,
…a mix up that could easily be overcome…
But instead, I let it twist my heart and feelings into a knot and then I as I fret and fuss over it, everything begins to fray and unravel. And sadly, those I love the most get whipped with the loose ends of my discord.
I have prayed many times that the Holy Spirit would change me. And I must admit that I’ve felt this sort of nudge before… to be quiet.
But my pride and my flesh have had a hard time with that.
Lately, I’ve realized that following these small voices has shown quite am amazing change in my life.
But this morning was most remarkable.I found that if I can just keep my mouth shut… to keep my selfish thoughts exactly where they belong… to myself, then I have a chance to hold on to “a piece if my peace.” Something, I find there is much too little of in this fast-paced life we live.
So this morning, before my feet hit the floor, I stayed still in bed after the alarm functioned properly. I turned it off.
I thanked God for the day ahead.
And I quieted my mind and set my heart on peace.
And I asked God to PLEASE continue to nudge me, and if needed, move past nudge to a big old poke!
“My dear brothers and sisters, take note of this: Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry, because human anger does not produce the righteousness that God desires.”