Have you ever had one of those days? You know the ones, where at anywhere from 2-4 times during the day you have had the urge to go climb back into the bed. When, you question why you are doing whatever it is you are doing with your life. We've all had them. Sometimes we get out of bed with such a gloomy attitude that we pray that it won't be one of those days.
I've met a lot of people who are really pessimistic. I for one, am rarely pessimistic. I tend to see things for the potential rather than for what they really are. Whether it is people, situations or any type of setting I see it for what good it could bring rather than for the bad that may be going on right in the middle of it.
I got up early this particular Monday morning, I grabbed a bite to eat and I was off. I got outside to find a flat tire on my truck. I didn't let that bother me, I jacked it up, got the tire repair kit out and fixed it. I then jumped in the truck and drove to the church where I was working. No one was there at the time so I let myself into the main building to go get some cd's to listen to on our trip. We didn't have a van or bus or anything so I put the cd's in my truck and we were taking Tara's truck as well. I checked the oil in the truck and all the things I needed to and saw that everything was fine.
Meanwhile, Tara got up and got ready to go. She drove the the church a little bit later and met me there. We got all of the kids together and loaded up to go. We got into the truck and my loving daughter had spilled her drink in my seat. I had already sat in it and my pants were now soaked in the back. I got in anyway and we were off. We drove to just north of Orlando and stopped to get some lunch. I reached down into my wallet to get the cash out for lunch and realized I had forgotten it at the house. So we had to use the debit card and screw our finances all up(they just recently recovered, haha). we then jumped in the truck and started driving after we had lunch taken care of. We drove into downtown orlando and my truck started overheating, no biggie I would just stop somewhere and check things out. We stopped at a gas station and I found a lot of water missing, it had boiled and some had come spewing out of the overflow. So I let it cool off with 2 car loads of kids playing ball in a gas station parking lot mind you. Then, we put fresh water in the truck and took off. This time we made it a few minutes up the road and there was no where to stop. We were overheated, the engine was missing and we were climbing up a huge overpass that tied into about 3 other over passes. We had just passed a turnoff and were forced into teh middle of 6 lanes. My co-pilot was switching off between laughing hystericcally and hoping no one looked at us. We managed to climb the overpass once traffic cleared out some and cut accross the lanes into a turning lane and get off onto another exit. We did so at a whopping 10 miles per hour. Not fun times at all. We had to park the truck and pack all the kids into one vehicle all teh way to st. petersburg. Then, Tara and Justin drove all the way back to get our luggage and bring it back to us.
I loved that truck, I drove it on about 5 otu of 8 cyllinders for another couple of years before selling it for next to nothing.
Habakkuk 3:17-18 says, "Though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines, though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food, though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will be joyful in God my Savior"
The end of this story is, that was the best camp I have ever been to. First we appreciated it because we had such a bad experience on the way there that we were relieved to arrive. We also had over half of the kids on that trip accept Christ.
So next really bad day you have(not necessarily the jelly fish day I shared a few weeks ago), stop and thank God for the opportunity to come out of that bad day and thank Him for teaching you to appreciate the good days.
Thanks for reading and have a great day!
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