All was well in the morning. All went well in the afternoon. Except for the incredible craziness at work, I felt okay. Just okay. I had a headache in the background. Do you know what I mean? It wants to be a full fledged headache, but it comes just ever so slightly.
On top of that, the pressure of the day was intensified. Residents had many struggles that day and as the social worker, I’m in the midst of those struggles. It was a long, drawn out day.
I left at 5:30 p.m. and had a 40 minute drive home. I talked to God. I debated whether or not I was going to finish the two glasses of wine left in the bottle. Oh, I just want to go home and relax with my husband. I called him to tell him that I was on my way home and he was visiting our friends and neighbors. Great, I thought. I’ll stop by and we’ll chat for a bit.
So, I did. “Do you want a glass of wine?”, says my friend. “Sure”, I said. And the battle was lost. After about an hour of great conversation and two glasses of wine, we went home. And I finished the two glasses of wine in my refrigerator along with my leftover hamburger (no bun). Life is good.
I decided not to feel guilty or condemned. I enjoyed the evening. I was relaxed. God said, “Remember that the battle belongs to Me”. Oh, yea! My job is to put on the armor. And I know how to do that. Read what He has written and put it in my mind. And, stand and let God fight for me.
Onward and upward, I stand still and see the deliverance of God. I may lose a few battles, but the victory in the war belongs to me.
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