This is a guest post by Vinita Hampton Wright.
Some days, irritants just converge. Five bills come due at the same time, just when a car repair destroys any semblance of order in the checking account. My husband takes something I say the wrong way—or, I say it badly—and we have to argue for half an hour before straightening out the misunderstanding. The dog gets sick, not on the tile but on the rug. A project at work runs into a snag. I dressed for a much warmer day than it turned out to be. I get stressed and look for solace in the vending machine, which leads to a headache and lethargy by mid-afternoon.
I used to avoid prayer on this sort of a day, because I would always feel that I simply hadn’t managed my life very well. I imagined God standing ready with a holy glare, shaking a finger at my messy day and at my emotional response to it.
But I’m learning that because my relationship to God is one of friendship, I must be whoever I am today. The difference is that I have good company. I can say to God, “Sorry, Lord, this is a grumpy day and I need help or it will become much grumpier before it’s over.”
I think the Creator of the universe is capable of handling a grumpy day, don’t you? This Creator/Parent/Friend would rather be with me as I struggle with my grumpiness than watch me hide out in shame and frustration.
Sometimes, the best thing I can say is, “I found God in a very grumpy day.”