The day that got away...

Bill is at Youth Group tonight, and I have been meandering through various Myspace profiles, just checking people out. I am such a people watcher.

Anyways...After looking at a few pages of people that always appear to be so happy....I've realized. Nothing is as it seems. Ever. Except for the Lord. He is always faithful, and trust, righteous, and true. Noble and loving, forgiving, and steadfast. His ways do not change. But ours do.

All of the time. Circumstances, people, conversations, a person cutting us off on the freeway, a Dr's diagnosis, a mouthy child, a sleepless night, a broken down car, a financial set back, and so many other things truly affect (or is it effect? I always get those two confused) us in our daily lives. The aforementioned happenings are only the negatives that just brushed the top of my mind. Those are the things that would send me in a tailspin through the rest of my day.

For example....tonight Bill is at Youth Group (I like to repeat myself, apparently), and Thursday nights usually just suck. The kids are normally super cranky, nothing goes right, I'm normally in a foul mood from the days happenings (yes, I am so easily swayed by other people's actions & words). Today was different. I've tried and worked very hard to maintain a positive outlook. It's not been a fun day, by any stretch of the imagination, yet I've been trying to stay focused on the Lord.

The kids & I were upstairs cleaning their room, and I was on the phone w/an old friend from High School. Mercy was actually...making a mess, but I digress. I glanced over at her, and noticed a HUGE spider hanging RIGHT ABOVE HER HEAD!!! I screamed, grabbed her by the arm, and yanked her behind me. Causing her to panic, because...well...Mommy never acts like that. Seriously, I think it was Spiderman's long lost cousin who got hooked on steroids, this thing was THAT huge. Again, I digress....
I grab a pair of my slippers that were upstairs, and attempt to kill the mammoth sized arachnid that was invading my home, my sanctuary...MY HOME! I brought the slipper down from above, and smooshed it into the floor. With a triumphant shout of glee I pulled the slipper back up...and the spider was gone!! What the heck?! I frantically look up and down, I take off my sweatshirt, and shake out my jeans. I'm looking under dressers, and peering down the stairs to see if I could see that monstrosity making a quick getaway.
To no avail.
He simply...disappeared.

And I became obsessed. I moved both dressers, and I got rid of a ton of clothes...I cried, I screamed. I panicked. I scared my children because of my behaviour, and everything I had worked so hard for today...my attempt to make tonight go nice & smooth...it all came to a grinding halt. I yelled at my children, and ended up making myself sick with worry.

All over a stupid spider.

And it was all Satan. I realize this now....hindsight & such....it's a beautiful thing. Satan hates the fact that I have been victorious today, in taking my thoughts captive. He despises me, my children, my husband, my life, my Lord. He desires to destroy me. And He knows what arsenal to break out with when the going gets tough...and he did, tonight.

So...the kids are sleeping, my brain is fried, and I'm going to go drink a cup of Tea, work on a gift, and watch TV.

Death to all spiders.