When I call on Jesus, all things are possible

Well, I climbed out of my bed this morning, still reeling from the funk of last night. It was raining out . . . hard. Downpour. I got the girls up and had resided that I was not going to church. #1 -- it's raining. I'm in a funk. I'm all alone. We attend a mega church. How on earth will I trek a mile through the parking lot with the girls and get them inside without getting wet? IT'S.JUST.NOT.POSSIBLE. And just as the words flew out of my mouth (yes, I was talking to myself. I do that alot -- ask my husband, he'll tell ya!) the rain stopped -- completely. And I stopped in my tracks. "Ok God, I get the picture. I'm getting the girls up. We're going."

So, I got the girls up and in a mad rush managed to get them both fed, both dressed and both diaper bags in order and we were out the door on time. That, my friend, is a miracle in itself. I'm never on time. IT'S.ABSOLUTELY.IMPOSSIBLE.

So, as I drove to church, I felt convicted. I don't feel like worshipping, I'm in a funk and now I have to go, try to sing and worship with this nasty attitude. So, I gave myself a good talking to. I said, "Look woman. Wake up! You've got a loving husband. Two beautiful children who are healthy and happy. You've got a beautiful home and family and friends that love you. Get a grip. There are people out there who have far worse situations and circumstances than you do. How about those people with cancer and other terminal illnesses -- you have NO RIGHT to mope! NONE! So, get yourself together and get your heart and mind ready to worship Jesus Christ your Lord and Savior. He has done great things for you. You have been so blessed!"

So, I went, I worshipped and I was filled. The spirit spoke and I listened.

"Have thine own way, Lord! Have thine own way!
Thou art the potter, I am the clay.
Mold me and make me after thy will,
while I am waiting, yielded and still.

Have thine own way, Lord! Have thine own way!
Search me and try me, Savior today!
Whiter than snow, Lord, wash me just now,
as in thy presence humbly I bow.

Have thine own way, Lord! Have thine own way!
Wounded and weary, help me I pray!
Power, all power, surely is thine!
Touch me and heal me, Savior divine!

Have thine own way, Lord! Have thine own way!
Hold o'er my being absolute sway.
Fill with thy Spirit till all shall see
Christ only, always, living in me! "
Text: Adelaide A. Pollard, 1862-1934
Music: George C. Stebbins, 1846-1945
Tune: ADELAIDE,