Prodigal: Time to start the day with some good ole breakfast.

Me: I agree.

This is from source unknown

It’s not always the red-flag crisis days that are hardest to take. It’s the “oatmeal days.” The ordinary, “zero” days of little or no consequence. The ho-hum days filled with nothing of any particular interest. Colorless. Uninteresting. Unfascinating. Unspectacular. And unfun. The days everyone deals with.

We cope. We wend our way through the tangle of tedious activity and sandpaper people scattered through our day and get no applause, because coping is expected.

Not so during the red-flag crisis times. People tend to rally behind us with loving support. We’re lifted above the crisis and enabled beyond human comprehension at times.

On oatmeal days, after a crisis has peaked, it may seem as if friends have forsaken us, as if God doesn’t care. But the reality will be that life has merely pushed us and our friends one step further in the Christian growth walk.

The God of the crisis times is the God of the oatmeal days, too. Because He said He is. Because He keeps His promises–always. Because we can’t get along without Him. And because we wouldn’t want to if we could.

And prayed unto him: and he was intreated of him, and heard his supplication, and brought him again to Jerusalem into his kingdom. Then Manasseh knew that the LORD he was God. 2 Chronicles 33:13 (KJV)

Jennifer Van Allen

www.theprodialpig.com

www.faithincounseling.org