March 8, 2012
The house was completely decked out in party attire. Balloons, streamers, hats for the guests, cake and music.
But I was the only one who attended.
It was a Pity Party.
Who wants to attend one of those, right? No wonder I was the only one who knocked on the door. I was the guest of honor, slumped in my chair with my hat all crooked.
Have you been there friend? Party of one?
Sadly, it's not the only party I have thrown for myself. I've been here before. It happens every time I listen to the world's standards. When I am looking for attention, jumping up and down, hoping someone notices me, standing over here in this corner of the blogosphere.
And after I've had my tantrum, God sends a comment, a tweet, or a sweet Skype conversation to remind me that this is my Father's business I am doing here on this blog, not my own.
So I sit up straight, wipe the frosting off my chin, take my hat off, and clean up those party favors. I sit myself back down at my computer and begin typing out my thoughts and feelings again, praying that God will use them to help someone else. After all, that is why I started this blogging journey....I knew there were others like me who might be encouraged knowing they weren't alone in this difficult, messy life.
So come on, will you join me? Let's get back to the real party. The one where God rejoices over us with singing!! Now that is my kind of party!!