"Get Out of The Bitter Barn and Come Play in the Heyy!"

Yesterday I woke up to a voicemail from my boss' number. But it was not by boss. Instead, a gentleman who wasn’t so pleasant boldly informed me that if the text messages I’d sent him were intentional spam then the Communication Board (or whatever terminology he used), who apparently look at “this kind of thing” very intently, would take harsh action against me. I got a new phone because my old one was incapable of responding obediently, to say the least; because of it's inadequacies, I had to manually transfer my contacts from the old to the new. The keys of my new cell are tiny and my fingers aren’t so I must have confused one digit with another, inputting the incorrect number for what I thought was my boss’. Within a two week period I had sent two simple text messages, asking who September’s team member of the month was voted to be for a duty I perform at work. According to Voicemail Jerk (I could not understand his real name because of poor communication skills), this was an inappropriate message. Whatever happened to a quick reply, affirming that I had the wrong number? Some people, let me tell ya…

After venting my frustration to Morgan she shared how quick things like this ruin her entire day. “Oh, dear,” I thought. I hadn’t wanted this grumpy fellow to affect the rest of my awakedness as I had a day planned for newly blonded hair and hangin’ with a cute babe at the precious home of Melina Dennis. Morgan’s desire to pray for me was that which Christ used to soften my heart. How beautiful God’s graciousness is. I am thankful for lovely ladies who care about my heart and even that my day might be joyful rather than dark because I am quick to allow myself to revel in that darkness. God is incredibly good to use necessary means to call me out of it.

Without Christ's blood washing out my poison, I'm destructive. Instead of spending my day in seemingly-justified bitterness, I can trust that there is much hope in Christ as it is his character, imputed to me by his gracious will that helps me fight to pursue happiness in the most consistent, beautiful truth I will ever know. I’m still fighting to know, some days  more strongly than others, but trusting Him with this growth has been the most precious gift, allowing me to hope for a life that is compelled by His glory so that I might not be as wayward as I was yesterday.