I just had “that” day.
You all know what I’m talking about. It’s that day when nothing really goes all that wrong, but nothing really goes all that right either. It’s the day that you say something just to be funny but it gets taken some other way and you find yourself embarrassed and uncomfortable, unsure how to react. It’s that day when you work and work and work and don’t seem to make much progress. It’s that day when you say more than you should have. It’s that day when something unexpected happens, causes you stress, and you find yourself near tears in a public place.
Not that all of those things happened to me. But they did, in one day. That day.
And at the end of “that” day, you get to decide how you’re going to respond and the attitude you’re going to have about it all. You could wrap yourself up in embarrassment and shyness, convinced everyone will remember your faux paus and are secretly laughing at you behind your back. You could dissolve into a puddle of tears or get angry and go to bed mad.
Or you could realize that it was just one day. One day full of minor successes and a day when you proven that you’re still a sinner in a need of a Savior. It could be a day when you realize that even if the emergency/tragedy/unexpected event isn’t that big of a deal to most of the world, it is a big deal to the people who love you most. You could recognize that you were made for community, not to pull yourself up by your bootstraps and push your way through the world without anyone else’s help. The day you realize your words have power and you have no control over them once they’re out of your mouth.
It could be the day of whispered prayers, of confession, of a renewed commitment to pursue a Savior who changes you.
Because like it or not, “that” day will likely come again.
But it doesn’t have to end the same and you don’t have to repeat the same mistakes.
And “that” day doesn’t have to kill you.
Because as sure as the sun sets, it also rises.