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Not a perfect day

By Dawn Reed



It was not going to be a perfect day.

The not perfect day started during my almost-daily morning walk. A ginormous dog, that knows me, came out of nowhere and acted like he was going to eat me for breakfast. I stomped my foot and called its name repeatedly. He growled and kept coming toward me. Only a few feet away, I was thinking, “Seriously?! Am I going to get bitten by this dog?!” I stomped my foot again, and just as I was sure I could feel his breath, his owner came out of nowhere yelling the dog’s name, praise the Name of the Lord. That wasn’t the dog’s name, it was what I thought in my head.

Hoping the day would get better, I finished my walk since the ginormous dog was now grounded to his garage.

It did not.

When you work with kids, you know when the moon is full. Behavior changes enormously. It was not technically a full moon, but the day showed all the signs. One little girl I worked with spit in my face. It wasn’t an accidental spit. That happens sometimes as do accidental bites. This was a full on, worked it up, looked me in the eye spit. As we are not allowed to do wrestling moves on patients or family, I only said, “Now, that’s not nice.”

The day progressed from bad to worse and by the end of the day I wanted to quit the job I love. The bright spot of my day was that I was going to the funeral home right after work. My beloved had a meeting so I was on my own. I grumbled to myself on the way, reviewing my not perfect day.

I was so frustrated and wanted desperately to vent. I had a lot to say to anyone that asked me about my day. I was going to spill it all, every part of it, from the beginning to end.

You know what? Nobody did. I talked to a bunch of people that evening and not a soul asked how my day was. I was waiting, expecting, but it didn’t happen.

It was really for the best. It would have been like word vomit…re-hashing all the horrible details of a not perfect day. I didn’t need to complain to human beings-people I care about, anyway. What would that help? They couldn’t change it and might not ever ask again. I could (a) grumble and growl like Goliath in 1 Samuel 17 making everyone around me miserable or I could (b) go the route of David as he did in the Psalms. He poured his heart out his Maker when things weren’t going well.

I chose “b” and complained to the Lord. And read some of His Word on the subject. James 1:19: “Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry”. Then 1 Peter 5:7. It says, “Cast all your cares upon Him because He cares for you”. (“Cast” means throw; not a fit but throw away.)

Are you quick to spew your frustrations by mouth, text, or social media? Pray before you let it fly! Talk to the One Who made you and your day. He really cares and will help you get cooled down and re-focused before anyone gets hurt.

Can you recall the last time you actually puked? Do you remember that awful taste in your mouth afterward? Exactly. You get that after you’ve word vomited, too!

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Not a perfect day

By Dawn Reed

Dawn Reed is a columnist for The Floyd County Times.

Dawn Reed is a columnist for The Floyd County Times.

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