I stood alone, pouting. I didn’t get the reaction of “Way to go! I’m so proud of you!” when I announced what I thought was a great accomplishment. Apparently making it nearly 12 hours without pouting was supposed to be a given. So here I was back to square one: pouting because I failed to learn the lesson “don’t pout”.
Today I needed a few teachings:
1) Always act upon the wisdom of the “still small voice”.
2) God’s Word never fails.
So when I realized that I had been “schooled” by the Almighty I could’ve reverted back to the eight year old version of myself.
But, by the grace of God, I didn’t.
Today I chose “praise” over “pout”.
Instead of staying in a place of sorrow, pouting, feeling guilty for not remembering the lessons that He had taught me before, I chose to praise God for not giving up on me. I chose to praise Him for being faithful. For investing in me. For loving me in a way that only He can.
I praised Him for still working on me instead of pouting because I still needed some “working on”.