Anybody ever had to ask this question before? Or how about, "Did something die in here?" I'd take a gander and say that you probably have walked into your pantry sometime in your life and smelt the most terrible scent that has ever graced your nostrils and asked one of those questions. I had that experience this very day. I came home and went into the pantry for some cereal and came these words, "Ehhhhhh, it smeels like a dead animal in here!" Alas, it was a dead animal: ham that was cut, cooked, and in a tupperware container, rotting. I took care of the situation, but there's that lingering scent that I anticipate every time I come within a 10 foot radius of the pantry. With that being said, I'm going to tie this to something of value. Think of this situation like a bad attitude. It "smells" like something died: your humility and servanthood. And not only that you can smell it from a mile away. And not just that either: you know it smells and so everytime you know you're going to be near it, you avoid it. It seems like whenever my mother asks me to clean the kitchen, my attitude stinks like a dead animal in a tupperware container that you can't find. Just about an hour ago, my mother asked me to clean the kitchen and then she basically ran for the hills (not literally, but she said it and was about ready to go into her room) and guess what I said, "Mom, it's not even my night." You know how long it took me to clean the kitchen? Like ten minutes. And I was complaining. SO if you don't want people to avoid you because they know your attitude always stinks, then throw away animal and wash out the Tupperware container. As much as my attitude stinks, I should probably wash the container about 1,000 times a day. Work in progress? I sure think so. Thank God for His grace and love to help us with things like attitudes. Because we certainly need Him or we'd always smell like dead animals. What an amazing God we serve.
Lyrics for today:
My heart is restless in me
My wings are all worn out
I'm walking in the wilderness
And I cannot get out
I need You, Oh, I need You
Blessed Savior come
I need You, Oh, I need You
Fill the every longing in my sould
Oh, how I need You, Lord
I need Your perfect Word
With tearful eyes to see
The sin that I afford
I need to weep and prayer
For all the thousand ways
That I have failed You just today
My bed is soaked with sadness
My sadness has no end
A downward spiral of despair
That I keep falling in
I need You, Oh, I need You
To You my soul shall fly
I need You, Oh, I need You
Yaweh, how I love You more than life
Your silence is like death to me
So won't You hear my desperate plea
Today my soul is soaring
Way over mountains high
Though I can see the valleys
They're all just passing by
It's not that I am stronger
Look at my feeble wings
But I've been lifted higher
Yaweh's lifted me in His own strength
Oh, how I love You, Lord
I love Your perfect Word
With tearful eyes to see The God who always will endure
Now I will celebrate
For all the thousand ways
That You have shown me grace
And made my heart in grace to stay
You've made my heart in grace to stay
Lord, make my heart in grace to stay
I need You, Oh, I need You
"I Need You"- The Swift
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