Yesterday, I snapped an angry response to my husband’s joking around at the red-bouqueted breakfast table. First I justified my response to myself: it is not funny, I am tired, overworked, and my favourite, I need some personal space. Then I got up and left the white table and went to the yellow ‘room of my own’.
Of course, there, I was confronted by myself and reminded of God. While reading e-mail, it was not long before I felt an inner twist, a shifting of attitude, a response of regret. This is not who I am, I whispered. I gave myself a cooling off period of daily ablutions. I wish I could say that I prayed. I slowly walked down the hall to where my long-suffering spouse sat reading. My tone was properly humble as I braced myself for sarcasm. I’m sorry I snapped at you, I said. He replied a simple, that’s OK, and smiled. We kissed then. Is this God’s daily bread of grace?
Today, as I reflect back on the last 24 hours, I see that worry has crept in, and busyness has overtaken my soul. As I have worked toward graduation, I had seen the edge of burnout and want to retreat. It is time for some self-care. I wonder how first to practice what I preach, again.
Confess your faults to one another, and pray for one another, so that you may be healed. The prayer of the righteous is powerful and effective.
Book of James