It’s one of my constant enemies, showing itself victorious just when I’m beginning to feel a sense of satisfaction that I’ve beaten it once and for all.
Last week it reared its ugly head several times in the space of a few hours. One daughter’s careless exuberance led to a plastic cup full of fruit and its sticky juice being spilled on the floor. The other daughter wore a nice piece of clothing outside to play – and returned half an hour later covered in dirt.
What caused my frustration? I suppose it was the inconvenience I saw being caused for myself. The matter of cleaning up the apples, though, was simple enough since my daughters helped. As for the clothing, I know how hard it is to find modest outfits. When I fear something being ruined, the money isn’t as much of an issue as is the time it will take to find something to replace it.
I’m certainly never proud of myself when I allow frustration to creep into my voice and my actions. I know I’m responding improperly to the situation and am certainly not setting an example that I want my girls to follow.
I Corinthians 10:31 says, “Whether therefore ye eat, or drink, or whatsoever ye do, do all to the glory of God.” So even when I think I have a right to be frustrated – I don’t. My impatience is not going to bring Him glory, but will only show how highly I think of myself and how my time or desires have been infringed upon.
This week, when frustration comes knocking, I want to take the Sword of the Spirit and wield it at will to defeat this enemy.
Do you frequently find yourself struggling with frustration? Do you have tips for dealing with it?
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