How gentle a Savior

I think my greatest weakness in this journey is for me to stay calm when inanimate objects do not cooperate with me. For instance, a couple of weeks ago, I had baked some pumpkin bread for a bake sale and I was attempting to wrap plates of sliced bread with Saran Wrap.

From the get go, that stuff would not do what it claims, “Wraps tight without a fight.” Well, it not only fought, it attacked and nearly killed me.  After several attempts to cover the plates without completely encasing the bread in crumpled messes, the floor was littered with great balls of plastic wrap, large drops of blood, and in the air hung a heavy cloud of dicey language meant for only Saran to hear.

As soon as I started forming this cloud, my guilty conscience overtook me and I began to sob as the foul language echoed across the walls of the dining room. Oh, I had failed again to pass this test. 

Several hours later I was still lamenting my setback and I said, “Thank you Lord for not striking me with a bolt of lightening.” Immediately, I heard in my spirit a very quiet, gentle, “I am not like that.” 

Oh, the tears flowed again as I realized how kind and understanding He is to me.