As I set my alarm and slid into bed, I realized I had done it again. When I woke up that morning, I had every intention of reading my Bible. But somehow...life happened. The kids got up early. One wet the bed. Laundry. Cooking. Cleaning. Time had gotten away from me, and I found myself in bed praying pitifully, "God, I'm sorry...I'll try to do better tomorrow."
For just a minute, I couldn't help thinking God was angry at me. That He would take revenge by not answering my prayers, or I'd fall and break my arm the next day. Then it was as if God whispered, "You know me better than that. I love you. Yes, it hurts when you don't spend time with me, but I'm not mad at you. I'll always be here for you."
Then, my thoughts oddly turned to my husband, who had not yet come to bed. To be honest, I'm sometimes grumpy when he doesn't do things on my timetable, and I let him know it. Like fixing the sink that won't drain. Or wrapping up on the computer to come to bed with me. That's when I realized God was teaching me something. How hypocritical of me to beg God for mercy for putting Him off, then to be angry with my husband for doing the same to me (see Jesus' parable in Matthew 18).
This can apply to any of our relationships. If God, in His patience, can forgive me when I wrong Him and love me just the way I am, shouldn't I do the same for others? So I vowed to put this lesson into practice, starting that night when my husband finally came to bed. And let me tell you, as I snuggled in close, I was never so glad that I had kept my mouth shut.
Love...beareth all things,
hopeth all things, endureth all things...
I Corinthians 13:7