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
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