Hamburgers have a magical effect on me. Most people really enjoy a good burger. They go out to eat, order a nice juicy burger, and pretty much drool when it arrives. Then there is me…
Hamburgers and myself have never got along too well. I have maybe eaten twenty hamburgers in my almost thirty one years of existence. Usually when I eat one it is because of a crazy craving. That crazy craving hit me yesterday evening and I found myself in search of a McDonalds.
I sat down and ate my burger while Allie and Amy watched me engulf it. I can’t say that it was anything noteworthy (as I write a blog about it), it tasted like every other burger I have had in my life. It definitely didn’t cause my saliva glads to go crazy…until this morning.
You see, the magical effect burgers have on me usually triggers headaches and the wonderful feeling of being nauseous. The magical effect hit me quite early this morning. I woke up to a migraine and shortly afterwards my saliva glads kicked in and I knew it wasn’t going to be a fun morning.
After trying to sleep it off, I gave in. I walked out of the bedroom to a kitchen full of people. I felt like I looked as if a bus hit me, and I must of looked like it hit me because one of the first things I was asked was “are you okay?”
I puked a good five or six times before the nauseous feeling finally went away. The migraine still lingered though. My first full day I got to spend with one of the teams and I felt like I hit a wall. I went back and laid on my bed and prayed.
Then I turned on my phone and the first message that came through was pictures from my brother of my house and text about it. A tree in my front yard was down, a window was busted, then pictures of what the kitchen looked like. My heart sank and I thought what a start to my day, and for a short bit I thought “it is just going to be a bad day.”
Then my phone started receiving other messages. “Missing you already.” “Love you, please be safe.” “Praying for you.” I was filled with love and encouragement before these people even knew what my day was looking like.
I was reminded that there aren’t bad days, just moments in the days that aren’t easy. It is all in how we CHOOSE to look at it. I could have dwelt on feeling sick and dwelt on the circumstances at home, but I didn’t.
Joy is a decision. Choosing joy is a sacrifice. Let us decide to be joyful. Offer God the sacrifice of joy, and rest secure.
Psalm 16:9.
