One of Those Days

It had
been one of those days. Correction. It had been one of those years. My
mother-in-law was very ill in a rest home an hour away. I was the busy mom of
two high school girls, not to mention working part time as a piano teacher. This
day, however, stands out in my mind. It began with a trip to school to deliver
a forgotten paper to one of my girls. Then I’d walked the dog, done the laundry
and taught piano all afternoon. Somewhere in there I managed to make a supper
for my family, but ditched them to eat without me so I could visit Mom. I made
the two-hour round trip, which doesn’t count the stop for her minestrone soup
from her favorite restaurant or our visiting time. Got home around 10 pm
T-I-R-E-D.

Had ANY
ONE walked the dog since I left? NO. The poor thing was desperate. Did I feel
like doing this chore? Um. NO. I called and asked for help, and my two girls
and my husband all explained their busyness with schoolwork. THAT brought on my
Full-Mother-the-Martyr-Mode.
“Oh”,
said I, “Please do not let me disturb you all. I, of course, have done NOTHING
all day except—insert list of all the things I had done that day delivered in
an increasingly shrill voice—so of COURSE, I should be the one to WALK THE DOG.
Snapping on the dog’s leash abruptly, I marched out of the house in a fit of self-pity
and offendedness. Hey, the dog was grateful. I suspect my whole household was
grateful when I left. I wasn’t exactly winning any friends in there, and as far
as I can remember, Full-Mother-the-Martyr-Mode never ever earned me any sympathy
points. Definitely not impressive to see a 40 year old whining.

As I
stomped around the neighborhood reviewing my grievances, a Still Small Voice
whispered in my ear. “Praise me.” WHAT? I … well … I loved God, of course I
did, but I was in the middle of a royal tantrum, and it just seemed slightly
ludicrous to stop midstream and … Praise Him? The voice came again, gently in
my mind: “Speak Praise.
Well. Very
reluctantly. I did. It took a while to get started.
 “Lord,” I began, and years of Moms in Prayer
praise times flooded back into my mind. “I praise You because You are Good. (Oh,
Lord, and I am NOT good! What a pain I have been tonight.)
I praise
You for being my Shepherd. (You have so much more patience with me than I had
with my family, Lord.)
I praise
You because You are merciful. (And I need that mercy!)
I praise
You because You give strength to the weak. (OH, LORD! You are able to help me
in my weakness.)
I praise
You because You spoke to me, Sharon, tonight in the midst of my embarrassing
rage and reminded me to look at glorious, wonderful, YOU. The night turned to
JOY. Pure, unadulterated pleasure as I walked with the Lover of my Soul. I had
been touched and healed as I had turned to praise and everything in me glowed
warmth … love … shalom.

A very
different woman walked back in the door that night. Happy, smiling and blessed.
No one quite knew what to do with me—but they were clearly relieved. And so was
I.
You turned my wailing into dancing;
you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy, that my heart may sing to you
and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give you thanks forever.
Psalm 30:11-12 (NIV 1984)
You are loved,


Sharon 

Sharon Gamble, Moms in Prayer USA National Director, resides in Dover, New Hampshire, and has been married to her high school sweetheart, Ray, since 1979. She has two wonderful daughters, two great sons-in-law and three precious grandsons. She loves biking with Ray, walking in all kinds of weather and curling up with a good book by her fireplace.  

Comments 2

  1. This was wonderful, Sharon. What a great reminder that He is always praiseworthy, no matter how our day is going, and that praising God can turn around our attitudes like nothing else. Thanks for sharing 🙂

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