I realized last week that I had been a little mad at God.

I'm normally a pretty upbeat person and yet, I found myself in a bit of a funk.

It had drug on for the better part of two weeks.

I wasn't angry. I wasn't depressed. Just not feeling the perk...

So money was tight. Hey, we homeschool. Money's always tight, right?

But we just getting zapped with one thing after another.
Vehicle repairs, vehicle maintenance, house stuff, little stuff and big stuff.
Thousands of dollars total.

Just before we had some one time big expenses on the horizon.
Looming.
Taunting.

And all after I had worked so hard to cut back on expenses.
And save...
A little here.
Some there.
Being a "good steward" and all...

I prayed. Hard. Lots.

For forgiveness.
For peace.
For direction.

My gentle husband said; "At least we had the money there.".

"Yeah, but now we don't", I thought.

Then comes Friday morning.
On our way to the city, I heard one of my favorite preachers.
And that's when it hit me.
I've been mad at God!

I was shocked!

But I was also grateful.

I was led gently to the place where I realized that the Lord was still dealing with me on a lot of "junk" I have.
You know, the junk that says;
"Look how good I'm doing, Lord!".
Or worse, the junk that says to God; "You HAVE to _____ since I did ______."

And the biggest piece of junk that says;
"Look what I did/am doing God".
Because that is so not about Him.

Where's the glory for the Lord in that?

I saved the money.
I was a good steward.
I was cutting expenses.
I was making much progress.

I was?

I forgot all about the waiting on the Lord part.