I arrived at work a little on edge. My attitude dared someone to cross me.
He noticed. What's up with you?
My response? I didn't sleep well?
Not ready nor willing to open wide my heart, I replied, "Maybe".
What have you got to be stressed about? Oh, now I was done. My head screamed, Who are you to think you know me?
My mouth responded, against my brain's screams: Everyone has things to be stressed about at some point in their lives.
He then list his reasons for being stressed that would outweigh any stress I have.
Then it happened. I realized he was right. There was no reason for me to be stressed. Sure, my circumstances would dictate that I should be stressed, but I have a Hope. My Hope can hold up under this pressure.
His list of things that cause him to stress are things that he has accumulated to make himself "happy". The material objects he owns, the things that measure the value of his life, can be taken away with one bad month on the job.
My hope in Christ in not shaky. I can rest assured.
I feel sorry for him. Where there was once a hard attitude, there is a soft spot to pray for this man.
It was a beautiful realization in an ordinary day.
In His Name,