Pick at my brain a little, would ya?

This morning, I awoke with my sweet husband kissing me goodbye for work and telling me how beautiful I look when I sleep.  I tend to disagree with him on this, knowing full well that a woman with her mouth hanging open, hair mussed, and dragon breath is not exactly…shall we say, cute?  Anyway, after groggily responding with a few sweet words myself, I looked at the clock and saw that my husband was running late.  Not by a lot, you see, but by a few minutes.  And despite that, he took his time and treasured me for just a moment before heading off to work.  THIS is a good man.  I’m not condoning being late by any stretch of the imagination, but what I am stressing is what Jesus commanded us to do in Philippians 2:

“Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit, but in humility consider others better than yourselves. Each of you should look not only to your own interests, but also to the interests of others.” Philippians 2:3-4

Granted, Joshua could have been in a rush and quickly kissed me goodbye and left, leaving me feeling less than loved (as I so often do to him when I am in a rush), but instead he took his time.  He met my emotional needs rather than concentrating on the fact that he would stroll into caffeine central a few minutes late.

Anyway, enough about how awesome my husband is.  I know some people out there think we are soooOOOOoooo mushy. (We are.  We know it, okay?!)

This brings me to my second thought of this oh-so-early morning.  It’s one thing to wake up to sweet words, but it’s another to wake up to a sweet tooth.   For some unknown reason, from the moment I woke up this morning, I wanted a donut.  Not just any donut, but a strawberry iced donut covered in sprinkles.  I had to have one.  My favorite.  So, I proceeded to get dressed in a less than fashionable outfit and drove to Shipley’s.

I got the the nearest store (there are 3 within a 15 minute drive), and got in queue at the drive thru.  And let’s just say it took a lot longer than I wanted it to take.  I was waiting in line for probably 10 minutes with only 2 cars ahead of me.  I started to think about how it was ridiculous that I was waiting that long, but not too far into those thoughts, I could hear the Holy Spirit correcting me.  My thoughts quickly turned to other countries where food is rationed and people stand in line for staples.  My thoughts turned to this donut and the fat deposits it would leave on my body.  My thoughts turned to countries where there is not enough food, let alone a donut shop open before the sun rises on every corner.  Let’s just say I shut my proverbial mouth right then and there.

Then, as I finally pulled up the window, the lady was less than friendly.  You know the type.  The no greeting, no smile, no welcoming tone, ask in monotone voice “what do you want” and then tell you rudely that they don’t have any sprinkled donuts, aloof kind of lady.

And as I was driving away with my strawberry iced (no sprinkles!) donut, I was thinking, “Geez lady, could you have been any less accommodating?”

Once again, the Holy Spirit took hold of my heart and corrected me.  I had no idea what kind of morning that lady was having.  I know nothing of her.  She could be going through a brutal divorce.  Her son could be hooked on drugs.  She could go home alone every day to a crappy apartment and no one to call family.   She could hate her life, her job, herself, me.  And yet I assumed that since I was paying 75 cents to get my sweet tooth satisfied, I deserved to be treated better.

But according to our Lord, we are to look out for the needs of others before we look out for our own self.  I am positive that the Lord is trying to teach me more on this (and perhaps it’s because I’ve been praying for God to teach me to be a Godly wife) because I can not be this coherent to think all this up on my own at 6 in the morning!