Jose Ortego Y Gassett
I read this quote the other day and the words dug their spurs into my heart. You see, I have been frustrated, tearful and quite moody this past week. All on account of one tiny stumbling block in life: my computer.
My computer died this week. I lost writing I was working on. I missed deadlines to get ready for an upcoming conference. Replacing this vital equipment for a writer is expensive and unplanned. On top of all this, I just plain was trying to accomplish too much in too little time before we left for vacation the end of this week. Too many to-do’s to fit through the narrowing funnel of time.
Frustration raises its ugly head when our will and our ego meet barriers that blocks its desire to have its own way.
I tell myself there are bigger problems in the world. I have my health. My family. A warm house. I know my next paycheck is coming. I live in a country where I can freely choose to worship God. I know in my head, I “should” be grateful, but in reality I melted like the Wicked Witch of the West.
The two year old inside me seized the moment to launch a world champion temper tantrum.
Someone send me to my room for a nap. Please!
To be honest, I surprised myself in my reaction. The pain of frustration overwhelmed me.
My out of proportion reaction to this little bump in the road reminded me of a Martin Luther quote, also quote convicting:
“That to which your heart clings is your god.”
Ouch! My computer is NOT my God. Why am I gripping so tightly to this simple annoyance?
So I took the time to write in my journal this morning. I asked the Lord to forgive me. I turned the page and started once again. I rested in his calming arms, knowing like a comforting mother and a protecting father, God is with me.
One way I vented my irritation this week was to listen to my self-talk. This did lead to an insightful lesson.
Last Saturday, I knew I had to do something with all this pent up negative energy. I decided to exercise. While I walked, I talked – mostly to myself, but God was listening in.
I rattled on for a bit, then heard myself say through my tears, “But Lord I am trying. Trying so hard. Trying so hard to be good.”
Then I heard God say to me in his quiet and soothing manner,
“But Jeanie, you are already good.”
What a moment of reassurance that was. As I write this, I realize it was at that point, my frustration level began to decrease.
Good lesson to remember:
I am a child of God.
God is who I cling to.
And He has made me good.
How do you handle frustration?
P.S. I will have less posts here the next couple of weeks while we travel to warm Florida from snowy, cold Ohio. Back in two weeks with the regular schedule and one big surprise for March! So don’t leave me. I have a big announcement next month.