My Me Day

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Philippians 2:4 do not merely look out for your own personal interests but also for the interests of others.

I checked my calendar and I was excited to find that I had a day of rest that I had longed for. My schedule has been so busy and I was looking forward to Me time and that day was finally coming. I checked with the hubby the night before to find out his schedule.  He was going to hit golf balls and then off to the gym, that sounded like fun, so I thought I would join him.  Then I thought well, I could or should clean out my closet which is desperately needed.  I finally have clothes that are too big that I need to pass on. Yippee! Then I thought, I have several blog starts in my head that need to be put on paper.  So many thoughts running through my head on what I can do on my day of Me.

Then I received a text from a dear friend who was having a procedure done on my Me day.  I thought, okay I will pray for her and wait to hear the outcome. I told myself that's a good friend. However, something told me to find out ALL the information such as where, when, and time! So, I prayed and asked God to give my friend peace and comfort through this situation.  Okay great! My job is done! Back to planning Me Day.

So, my Me day has arrived and I am excited to enjoy the fun time that I have planned for myself. I told myself I was going to sleep as long as I could and get up when I wanted to.  I was determined to take one minute at a time.  Well, that ended quickly.  I couldn't sleep anymore than usual, so I visited with my hubby for a while and then the phone ranged, it's my daughter.  It is funny when you get those, "Hello Mother" calls and you know something is going on so you start praying without panicking! She proceeded to tell me that all is well but my grandson woke up in the middle of the night vomiting.   I listened and gave my motherly thoughts then allowed her to mother her child.  Then of course I prayed that all was well and in the that prayer time, I knew I needed to head over to where my friend was going to be, something told me she would be there alone.

Man, I am glad I listened! Of course she was there all alone.  So we prayed and they escorted my friend off to the procedure room.  As I was waiting, I encountered other people waiting for their procedures or their results.  I could hear one person praising and thanking God for who He is and what He has done. I starting praying and agreeing with them.  Our eyes connected after they were done and it was the look of agreement that we serve the same loving Father. 

Then another person sat down beside me and she poured out her situation.  After raising her children, her husband ran off and left her and from then on her health went down hill.   I listened and began to pray for her quietly to myself and after her check-up she came back and all was well.  We both agreed that God is good all the time.  I felt like I was the "behind the scenes" Prayer Warrior for those coming and going, it was an awesome feeling.  Finally, my friend came out from the procedure.  I felt blessed and honored to be with my friend.  As I thought back on how we became friends and how God brought us together as Sisters in Christ.  I felt I had truly gained by sitting in a waiting room praying for people I didn't know.

 I love being a pathway to heaven for people.  Especially when you look in their eyes and you see that they are pressing in and hoping for a favorable outcome, it is awesome to be a silent, prayerful participant in it.  Most of all, supporting my friend in a time of need and praying for a favorable outcome for her as well.  My Me day has blessed me because my Me day had nothing to do with ME.

P.S. My friend received a very good and favorable report. 

Choose you this day whom you will serve.

Thought for Today: Is there someone or something that you can do for someone else today, How big is your island? Does it only have room for 1 or can you fit others on it too?

Prayer: Father, thank you for allowing my Me day to include You and others.

 

Vernita PorterComment