As a Christian, you are going to have those days that just plain suck. You feel that everything that could go wrong does. Every stinkin’ jerk known to man decides to find you and you want to throw out every obscene word you know to let them know how you really feel. Better yet, you want to implant your fist in their pie hole or insert your size 12 where the sun don’t shine. I could go on and on but at the end of the day, I thank God that He sent His son to die for all the crap that I can dish out as a response.
But guess what, that is not exactly what this post is about. I want to talk about those days as a Christian that you can’t do anything but worship and praise Him. Those are the days that I am reminded that I am a child of His. He placed me on this earth to serve Him and He makes sure that I am in the center of His will (not Vic’s) by placing the right people in my path at the right time.
Folks, Sunday was one of those days…
From beginning to end, He rocked me inside out. You see, I know for a fact that Alamance County better brace itself because God has a plan and the revolution has started. I tend to forget sometimes there is battle within myself. I am glad that He reminded me that he is my personal God and He will do what it takes to develop my character. If that means allowing those days that really blow, so be it. I know I can appreciate Him that much more on days like Sunday.
