​41. My Wayward Eyebrow

I am easily annoyed.

Like last week. There was this lady attempting to cut me off with her cart even though I was practically speed-walking down the main aisle, but apparently this wasn’t good enough for her. So I, of course, positioned my body at such an angle where she had to slow down and enjoy life for a while. I may have even raised an eyebrow.

Fast forward to me in the parking lot with a giant platter of sushi in my hands attempting to unlock my car which wouldn’t unlock because I had stupidly left my car on. I was man-handling this platter while trying to break into my own car to an audience of at least five other slightly concerned shoppers because...why not?

Also, the alarm went off. Loudly.

The Lord detests a haughty look, my friends. Darn my wayward eyebrow.

What I like to forget more often than not is that I’m walking through a sea of the spiritually dead. I can’t expect kindness and patience from a world who doesn’t know Jesus.

But most importantly? I don’t need to be expecting anything for my own comfort in the first place.

If I’m not willing to die to self then you might as well put a giant cart in my hands and an unchecked need to run down the masses.

You would think by the sense of self-righteousness I sometimes have that I’ve always been a good little doobie.

Ha.

The fact that God so graciously saved me, an incredibly ginormous wretch I assure you, should be a reminder that I need to give this same grace to others.

The world is growing colder my friends, but those who have hearts for Christ shouldn’t. We need to repent and confess our transgressions, and walk again with our Lord.

And always remember to turn off our cars.