I have been told that it’s humanly possible to wake up and be actually awake. Right away. My brother-in-law just opens his eyes and ta-da! That’s all he needs. He’s awake and ready to go.
I have no idea of what this would actually feel like, or how it’s even possible, as it takes me about 30 minutes and a gigantic mug of coffee before I can function.
But this morning was worse than usual. I wasn’t just tired, I was cranky. The sight of the cat infuriated me. The light in the bathroom was horribly bright. I hated the curtains.
The curtains. The curtains I picked out and like just fine, thank you very much.
At that point I had to realize that maybe the problem wasn’t outside of me. Maybe it was inside of me. Maybe I was a nut.
Maybe I’d crossed the line to Crabby Town and needed to reel myself back in before I injured someone in the house. I have a long, long list of things that need to get done today, so crawling back in bed until I feel better isn’t an option.
Psalm 123:1 to the rescue. I lift my eyes to you, O God, enthroned in heaven.
Lord, I need your help to get these kids off to school without emotionally scarring them. Lord, I need to empty the dishwasher and feed the cat and get to work and then do worky things. Lord, I am not in the mood to do any of these things with a good attitude. Please, please help a girl out.
I lift my eyes to you, O God.