It's amazing how I sometimes let the littlest things ruin my day.
This morning started off quite well, if you minus the usual before church madness; you know, waking the children up, rushing to get them ready, getting myself ready, looking at myself in the mirror then wodering if make-up will really help to enchance this sorry looking mien...
Being Resurrection Sunday, I was looking forward to a good time in church, worshipping the Lord, listening to the Word which was brought to us by the distinguished Rev David Pawson. I learnt many things from him and it was a joy to listen to this anointed teacher.
We came back home after lunch and I fell asleep (as usual) while reading the Sunday paper (just like my dad!). I slept so soundly that I didn't know it had started to rain. By the time I woke up and rushed downstaires, the laundry was wet, some were soaking wet.
I got so mad I'm ashamed that I yelled at my daughter for not alerting me to the rain as she was so preoccupied with playing video games. I reminded her about her selfishness and how sick I was to have to do everything on my own.
I had forgotten that wet laundry will not matter in the light of eternity. And that's how I ruined my own day.
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