One day last week I woke up overwhelmed with all the things that I needed to do. Get ready for a Christmas party....decorate....and many other things. Normally I am a very happy glass is half full type of person, but this morning I was not in the best frame of mind. I was feeling sorry for myself and in an ill mood.
As I was driving to work it occurred to me that my days are numbered. No I don't have a terminal disease, but my days are numbered and only God knows how many I have. I should live in the moment and rejoice in every single day. As the scripture says; Rejoice and again I say rejoice. (Philippians 4: 4)
So during my short drive to work, I prayed to God. I always use ACTS for my prayers. A--affirmation--give God glory and praise, C--contrition--ask for forgiveness, T--give thanks for your blessing and S--supplication--give God your cares and ask for His blessings and grace. My short version of this is: I love you Lord, forgive me Lord, thank you Lord and help me Lord.
This particular morning I asked the Lord to help me be joyful, to live the day as if it was my last, and to inspire others with my attitude. I finished up my prayer as I walked toward the hospital. As I walked up toward the canopy, something made me look up. I saw a little feather floating down just above my head. It landed gently at my feet...I think He heard me...don't you?