This week I have been especially lazy when it comes to my quiet time and last night as I was trying to sleep I realized that just like always when I don't spend time in the Word and alone time with my Jesus my attitude is horrible. Throw in not sleeping well and I was due a good spanking from my Heavenly Father for my attitude this week, and boy did I get it.
This morning as I was driving home from taking Child 1 to school I began to pour out my sins to my Father and committed to do my quiet time as soon as I got the Hubby and Child 2 out the door. I read Romans 11 and 12 this morning and realized while I had confessed some sins this a.m. God wasn't done showing me what else I needed to take care of. Romans 12:3-5, 9-16 was were I knew without a doubt I was getting reprimanded and getting that spanking I deserved. I'm not gonna tell you what I did, that is between He and I. I'm also not gonna tell you what those verses say, if you really want to know go read it, you may need it too. Hehehe.
After I had read my Bible I was in the shower and thinking through what I had read, confessing (again), praying for wisdom and strength to do the right things when I heard a loud knocking sound. You have to understand here that last year we had someone snooping around our back porch and I'm pretty sure they got scared off when they heard me coming. We also had someone last year tampering with the gas tank on our car like they were trying to steal gas. We ALSO had a home invasion in the neighborhood behind us 2 weeks ago. SO....Que the music to Psycho in my head! I am peaking around the curtains and locking the bathroom door and thinking about what I'm gonna do.
I worked out what I was going to say to the Psycho that had obviously decided to invade my home. Que the Rocky music... I was going to tell him that he was pretty stupid coming into MY house. He had no idea who he was messing with. I was going to tell him that maybe he would take my life today, but he needed to know I was a child of God and someday somewhere my Father and His mighty warriors would get him and he WOULD pay for touching one of God's children. It played out in my mind 3 ways. One way the guy decides he wants to know more about Jesus. One way the guy decides I'm the psycho and leaves. The last way, dude kills me.
I got out of the shower and got dressed because I for sure wasn't going head to head with someone in a towel! I grabbed Rick's knife and headed out to get me some stupid person.
I found out rather quickly the loud noise was my dishwasher. There were no home invaders who needed to meet my Jesus or who were going to send me to meet Him face to face.
There was only a noisy dishwasher and one stupid/crazy person standing there with a knife in her hand who most likely would NOT have told a burglar anything like what she planned out in her head, but most likely would have just screamed her fool head off!
