One of those days...

....When you wake up feeling like someone is intermittently stabbing you in the stomach with a knife (and you're going" WHERE DID THIS COME FROM??")

When that comes in spurts all day. 

When your roommate starts throwing up for the second time that week. 

When you hardly slept the night before because you were thinking about bedbugs. 

When you start getting allergies.

When the man who brings big jugs of drinkable water up to your apartment hasn't come in over a week. 

When you've called him three times. 

When you feel like you can't eat all day. 

When you have a lesson observation and for the life of you, you can't get those kids to say "My name is". 

When you forget that the class after that is three lessons behind, the electronics aren't working, and you didn't bring ANY materials for the lesson you need to do with them. 

When the same co-teacher got to watch you have two bad lessons in a row. 

When the monster of headaches shows up after that. 

When your apartment still smells like cabbage.

When you wake up from your nap with a bedbug beside you. 

When you find out that you can't get the apartment sprayed...and steaming and washing everything every day is obviously not working. 

When you had been looking forward to a toasted beef-and-mozzarella sandwich ALL DAY but you forgot to plug the toaster oven in and by the time you see that it's unplugged you are HUNGRY and DON'T CARE ANYMORE and you stick it in the MICROWAVE and end up with a SOGGY, MISERABLE SANDWICH.

Suffering looks different for everybody all the time. Sometimes it's a giant catastrophe, and sometimes it's a pile of little things like not having a dryer or an oven or drinking water or paint on the walls. Sometimes it's learning to live in a new place. 

These are the things the Father is using to refine my attitude as my responses turn from "Whyyyy???" to "Help me trust you, Daddy."