Crabbypants

Last night I went to bed crabby. It’s a rotten feeling, especially for Derek, who had to sleep next to me. Although, he didn’t have to sleep next to me for the first few hours, because I slept on the couch – he was sleeping too loudly, which didn’t do anything for my crabbiness.

This morning when I woke up I was mildly less crabby, which is weird for me, because usually 8 hours of sleep is enough to make me forget almost anything.

Why was I crabby? The short answer is stress. Remember the blog I wrote at the end of last semester about Derek and me being impatient and tired and crabby? Well, here we are again at the end of another semester, and I have been Debbie Downer and Polly Pessimist.

Anyways, this morning God was so gracious to me as I spent time reading the Word and praying. And throughout the day, God brought verse after verse to mind and helped me preach the hope of the Gospel to myself. Then tonight at church was SO great. Pastor John began his sermon on John 3:16 by praying that marriages would be affected by the wonder of the Gospel. He ended the sermon by saying that he and his wife, Noel, had gotten in a bad habit of reciting their complaints to each other (that would be me lately – Debbie Downer), but that they had vowed this year to “proclaim and tell of [God’s wondrous deeds]” to each other. (Ps 40:5) Then he said, “Husbands and wives, when you get home tonight, look at each other and say, ‘Jesus died for us.’ THAT’S a wondrous deed God has done for you!”

So, on the way home from church, Derek and I looked at each other and said, “Jesus died for us.” It’s hard to be crabby and say that. To be the worst sinner I know and be saved by such a great Savior is the cure for these crabbypants tonight!

Thank You, Jesus, for dying for me and for Derek! While I was still crabby and still Your enemy, you died for me. Thank you.