A Saturday morning after a great work week is a wonderful day to sleep in. I didn’t though, I was awake at 7 am again. I have another meeting, this time at church.

I was kind of thinking complaining thoughts. Like. “Sheesh, I have gotten up early every day this week for work. I am missing my sleeping in days”

Then the thought occurred to me that I had asked God to get up early and go with me to work each and every day this week. He had made every single day a fabulous day. He had brought me favor with my coworkers and my patients. He had kept me safe on the roads. He had helped me understand a pretty complex software program.

And what was my response to this? I was complaining because I had to give up a Saturday morning to help launch a new ministry for Him.

Makes me seem kind of small doesn’t it?