Did You Just Do that, Lord?
The morning just could not go worse for Dean. As he stormed out of the door, into the garage and his car, to an appointment with an old friend, his ego was bruised, badly. The argument he had with his wife a few minutes ago still rings loudly,
"how can she not see the situation we're in?"
"how can she still hang on to the things that keep us from moving on?'
"why can't she see the light?"
These questions played over and over again in Dean's head as he drove to the appointment. Being a Christian does not help at all in this situation, it actually made it worst, because Dean knew that he should have kept his temper in check, he shouldn't have made those snide remarks in an exasperated attempt to convince his wife.
He should have... he shouldn't have...
But somehow this also felt familiar to Dean. In other times in the past, he was in a jam like this, he remembered that he always look up to God and said "God, I screw up... again. Help me..."
This time is a bit different, Dean *knew* that God will help him. He knew that somehow God will keep His promise again, to shoulder burdens too great for Dean to bear. That thought alone calms him down... a little. But the anxiety was still there.
The lunch was great, Dean haven't met his old friend in a while, they talked about politics, Christianity, and business. It was a good conversation all around and quite uplifting.
By the time he realizes it, he was driving back home...
Dean felt no exasperation... although that's not a big surprise.
But Dean also felt no anger... that is also not *that* surprising.
And then Dean felt ... love towards his wife... in his mind, he slowly saw why she reacted the way she did... he started to understand why she hold on to the one thing she thought important, but Dean refused to acknowledge... he started to view how ugly his attitude is from his wife's perspective.
Dean started to see... the woman that he loved so much, who had endured his antics and crazy ideas for years.
What's happening here? From anger... to love??
Now *that* definitely never happened before.
As the feeling grows, Dean felt peace, a familiar peace that would not make sense humanly-speaking.
Almost audibly Dean said... "Did You just do that, Lord?"
Dean took the shortest route home that he knew.
The morning just could not go worse for Dean. As he stormed out of the door, into the garage and his car, to an appointment with an old friend, his ego was bruised, badly. The argument he had with his wife a few minutes ago still rings loudly,
"how can she not see the situation we're in?"
"how can she still hang on to the things that keep us from moving on?'
"why can't she see the light?"
These questions played over and over again in Dean's head as he drove to the appointment. Being a Christian does not help at all in this situation, it actually made it worst, because Dean knew that he should have kept his temper in check, he shouldn't have made those snide remarks in an exasperated attempt to convince his wife.
He should have... he shouldn't have...
But somehow this also felt familiar to Dean. In other times in the past, he was in a jam like this, he remembered that he always look up to God and said "God, I screw up... again. Help me..."
This time is a bit different, Dean *knew* that God will help him. He knew that somehow God will keep His promise again, to shoulder burdens too great for Dean to bear. That thought alone calms him down... a little. But the anxiety was still there.
The lunch was great, Dean haven't met his old friend in a while, they talked about politics, Christianity, and business. It was a good conversation all around and quite uplifting.
By the time he realizes it, he was driving back home...
Dean felt no exasperation... although that's not a big surprise.
But Dean also felt no anger... that is also not *that* surprising.
And then Dean felt ... love towards his wife... in his mind, he slowly saw why she reacted the way she did... he started to understand why she hold on to the one thing she thought important, but Dean refused to acknowledge... he started to view how ugly his attitude is from his wife's perspective.
Dean started to see... the woman that he loved so much, who had endured his antics and crazy ideas for years.
What's happening here? From anger... to love??
Now *that* definitely never happened before.
As the feeling grows, Dean felt peace, a familiar peace that would not make sense humanly-speaking.
Almost audibly Dean said... "Did You just do that, Lord?"
Dean took the shortest route home that he knew.
