Praise to Anger

today, I was angry. And it's so sad because last night at K-Group I had an absolutely incredible time of worship and prayer with my friends. The devil is a sneaky tricky bastard. Last night was good, I think we really allowed God's presence to work not only within the walls of the house in which we sang and prayed, but also within the walls of our hearts. I can't speak for everyone there, but it was good, and God's presence is always there, but whether we humble our stubborn hearts to let him work is a completely other issue. I had a hard time at first allowing God's spirit to move in me, I was consumed by worries about life, work, and my livelihood, and then during our time of prayer, I felt so foolish for not remembering that God has taken care of me thus far, even when it feels as though he is not, He is.

But today I was angry. I didn't want to get out of bed. I was behind a very foolish and an a-hole of a driver, who, when I tried to get around him because he was driving so dangerously, he cut me off. Work is hard, and unmotivating when one (like me) is uncertain of their job security because they are uncertain of what their agency/company's future will be in less than 30 days. It's cold. It's cloudy. It's grey. Today feels grey. Last night was full of light, of hope, of promise and future. Today...tiredness and doubt.

So tonight I will relax, and at 11 p.m. I will go play in an indoor soccer game, and I will enjoy (and hopefully not roll my ankle this week). I'll be taping those bad boys up this week that's for sure, no more sprained ankles for me.

Here's to those, like me that have nights full of light, and days sometimes darkened with grey. Blessings to you....God is present, let Him work.