One Day at at Time

Sometimes the cliches we hear over and over again get to a point of frustration within us, to the extent that we are ready to explode if we hear another one. Our emotions are boiling over possibly with worry, anxiety, grief, sadness, and any other assorted varieties of feelings and somebody near us utters one......like, "just pray about it"!
And after many nights of doing just that, we look at them and say, "Are you kidding me?" because they dared to insult our intelligence as if we hadn't thought of that (at this point anything sets us off)! Then, one of our trusted friends at a 12 step Meeting hears our plight, one in which we thought Armageddon was about to occur, and they say, just take it One Day At A Time, and they just fired off the fatal round in that chamber of the weapon we were playing Russian Roulette with! Instead of calming us down, we just went of the deep end.
Happy to say I didn't do that this week when facing my own trials of similarity. Looked like a desperation situation on several fronts, none of which I could control because I had exhausted all possible avenues on my own. I had definitely prayed about it, for sure had taken my version of One Day At A Time, but I had forgotten that God was getting ready to answer every one of those prayers in a different time schedule than my own.
Monday - one answered, Tuesday - another two answered, Wednesday - the biggest one answered, and I reflected back on my prayers Friday night with Jeff Lyle of New Bridge Church, and the prophetic words of Darryll on Monday night, that God would fill the storehouse - and I realized that God's one day at a time, is so much different than ours, and requires complete trust and belief on our part that he has the answers, not us.
And, not when it is our timing, but always on his because it usually proves a point to us.He understands what we need and when we need it; we think we do but we don't. Sure, we play some part in this, but our part is to be, and to put into practice what he trains us to do, be spiritually fit to run a race with many obstacles in it. To run toward him, not away from him, when the going gets tough.
Instead of a pill, I took a dose of the 23rd Psalm on Monday and did something similar that the prophet told Naaman to do (what Jeff preached about Friday), what God told me to do, read it three times and be healed. So I did, and it did it again on Tuesday, and did it again on Wednesday - and it calmed me down so that I could listen and watch for the answers. And they came......One day At A Time!
Guess what I'm doing today?