Day 48

Scripture: Ps 33:18-22; Ps 118:19-24; Acts 2:36-41; John 20:11-18


Scripture standout: Acts 2: "³⁶ “Therefore let all Israel be assured of this: God has made this Jesus, whom you crucified, both Lord and Messiah.” ³⁷ When the people heard this, they were cut to the heart and said to Peter and the other apostles, “Brothers, what shall we do?”


Morning thoughts: Geez, what should I do? It's a familiar line isn't it? I ask myself this constantly on a daily basis. Marley left her lunch box at home for the third time in a row. Should I enable her forgetfulness? Or teach her a lesson in responsibility? Geez, what should I do? Or... I have a neighbor who acts like a total witch, telling me I need to "open my eyes" to the fact that my children just "run wild" (they don't, btw) and later calling my husband a freak (true story, and by the way, if anyone's going to call my husband a freak it darn well better be me!). Geez, what should I do? Or...I said I would volunteer my time on an important project and now I'm coming up short. Geez, what should I do? My list could literally go on forever.


I mean isn't that the worst when you feel sick to your stomach about something you've done and then frantically worry about how the heck you're going to fix it or get yourself out of it? What shall we do?!?!?! I can't even imagine how these guys felt. If you read further in that Acts story, there is a simple answer — one I never remember to do until I've made it around the corner and back trying to worry myself into a solution: Ask for forgiveness. Could it be that easy?


The Deed/The Day: Our little neighbor friend has been on my mind since this morning. She has strep throat. We know how that is! I had every hope to deliver some soup to her earlier in the day, and maybe swing some by RB's house — she's nursing a cold again. But it seemed like every time I set out to do it, something with work popped up. Then the kids came home, then we left for trumpet and then, then, then — it was dinner time. I only had enough time to make a little soup, but not the masterpiece I'd wanted to create. And it was our little friend's dinner time, actually in the MIDDLE of her dinner time, when Marley and I arrived to deliver the soup. Half-ass soup, late. Not exactly the deed of all deeds. But something? At least it wasn't...in a can?


And that is a hard thing to do — especially when someone calls your husband a freak, believe you me.