I’m a little frustrated right now – actually, I’ve been frustrated most of the day.
In the morning I was cutting it fine getting to work for an early meeting, only to find myself driving behind the slow guy who drove just fast enough to keep me from getting around him.
At noon I had a short turn-around to get my lunch and rush back to work for another meeting. I got stuck behind the lady who didn’t like moving into the intersection for a left-hand turn until there were no cars in sight.
We had to wait for a whole new light cycle until we got an advance green light. Only then did she finally feel she could get through the intersection, allowing me to go through as well.
Later in the afternoon I had a couple of drop-ins at the office that put me behind in a project I was working on.
… I was beginning to feel like I had a companion with me and its name was frustration.
On the way home from work, traffic was heavy and every time I changed lanes to get into the lane that was moving faster, it became the slow lane almost immediately.
More frustration.
It was almost like frustration was following me around, and sitting next to me with everything I did.
After I got home from an evening meeting, I watched the third period of the Leafs’ hockey game on TV.
It was the one part of the day where I felt that frustration had left my side; it had gone to interfere with someone else’s life – the Leafs were up 2-0.
However, shortly after the third period got underway, the Flyers scored. I quickly realized that, at best, frustration had only momentarily left me … like it went out to the kitchen to get a drink or snack of some kind.
I could feel my frustration build with each play or broken play the Leafs left on the ice.
Frustration – my new found best friend – was sitting so close I could feel it on my neck. There was a cloud over us and, if it could have rained in the room, it would have.
I’m not sure if I was talking to frustration or to the TV, but I was getting more and more vocal about how my team was playing as the game progressed.
When Philly tied the game up, I kind of noticed a smile on frustration’s face and I didn’t like it very much.
I didn’t have a good feeling about the end of the game.
The game went into overtime, but not much – just 18 seconds in, the Philadelphia Flyers scored the winning goal.
I didn’t like frustration at that point, but it just wouldn’t leave me alone. I even found it putting words in my wife’s mouth, causing me to react negatively to her.
I saw it standing just over her shoulder with a big grin on its face. This was no friend; how could I let it hang around me all day?
I went to bed and hoped I wouldn’t see it in the morning.
Here’s the thing: Frustration can attach itself to us through the simplest, unsuspecting things. And it can stay with us and interrupt our day. That’s when you need to stop, take a breath, and focus on Jesus, being thankful for Him and what He’s provided for you. You will get a new perspective … and you won’t have to entertain an unwanted friend like frustration.
That’s Life!
Paul
Question: During what recent frustration should you have stopped, breathed and refocused on Jesus? Leave your comments below.
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