I went from peaceful to an ugly kind of angry in under 30 seconds. It was a beautiful Sunday morning. The coffee had just dripped into the pot, and I was getting ready to pour myself a large mug full. Then, my plan was to snuggle under a blanket on the couch and spend some time reading my Bible and praying. That’s when the preacher came downstairs, obviously upset, and said there had been a mixup in communication, and we were going to have to leave a half an hour earlier.
“I don’t see why we have to leave early, just because they didn’t communicate well!” I said. Then I set down the full cup of coffee I had just poured and went, in full pout, to get in the shower.
(In truth, I had plenty of time to drink the coffee, but my inner three-year-old wanted to be seen.)
The mature, God-fearing side of me stood back in horror. “What in the world was THAT!” I said to myself.
A bloody internal battle ensued, as I stood in the shower.