This fridge broke me.
The past month has been a challenging one for my family. At the beginning of November I was involved in a car accident, and a week and a half later my father-in-law passed away suddenly. I like to think we've been weathering this stormy season relatively well, but then Friday night our refridgerator stopped working.
In the grand scheme of things, this is a minor inconvenience, I know, and as apartment dwellers, we get to let our apartment complex handle this, which is a blessing in itself. But as we were throwing out food that mere hours before had been perfectly good, the seed of frustration bloomed into anger. As I sit waiting for the repair men to come investigate and get us cool again, I can still feel the grey cloud hanging over my head. With everything that has been going on, this was just one thing too many for me to attempt to handle on my own, and it made so clear to me my desperate need for God.
So today I'm claiming David's prayer from Psalm 51 as my own:
Create in me a pure heart, O God,
Written by Whitney
Recently as some co-workers were grumbling about daylight savings, I couldn’t help but smile. Maybe I’m in the minority, but I welcomed the time change with open arms. Why? Falling back an hour meant my morning commute would be illuminated once again.
One of the biggest struggles I face in my faith life is carving out time to spend with God. Though I wish I always put that first, as I build my daily schedule, it often gets pushed to the bottom, and even then I don’t always get to it. When I started a new career a year and a half ago, my morning commute doubled. Though some might find this burdensome, I took it as my opportunity to spend time in conversation with God every day.
My morning car ride is often the only peaceful time in my day, and it’s in this quiet that I can really open myself up to communication with God. No matter the season, God and I will always have this time together, but I get a certain thrill having our conversations driving into the sunrise as I’m able to now.
From the colors of God’s palette to the strokes of clouds in the sky, no two sunrises are alike. Each morning presents an opportunity to marvel at God’s handiwork. Just last week I was transported: the positioning of the clouds and the rising light made it seem as if I was driving in a mountainous landscape and not due south in flat east Texas.
The whole earth is filled with awe at your wonders; where morning dawns, where evening fades, you call forth songs of joy.
It’s on mornings like those that I can feel God speaking to me, revealing himself to me in a way that doesn’t require words. And that’s the most profound type of communication I can imagine.
Written by Whitney
Therefore do not be anxious, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?' For the Gentiles seek after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them all.
He deserves our thanks, our praise, and our love. He deserves much more than we give Him. But in those moments when we do say a quiet thank you and praise all that He does for us, I’m sure it puts a smile on His face. When my family says “great dinner mom," I know they love and appreciate what I do, and that puts a smile on my face too.
(I do feed my family, by the way!)
Praise the Lord! Oh give thanks to the Lord, for he is good, for his steadfast love endures forever!
Written by April
The 12:12 Project is sponsored by Katy First United Methodist Church.