I jumped at the sound of the doorbell, wondering who would be coming by so early. I was still in my pajamas after all. I opened the door to find the bug man’s happy face. “I’m just here to treat outside,” he told me waving and heading toward the end of my porch.
Almost shutting the door, I stopped short and stuck my head out, really trying to avoid being seen in my bedclothes. “We have a dog now, and she’s in the backyard. She’s friendly, but just be careful she doesn’t get out the gate,” I warned the smiling spider killer.
As I closed the door, I decided to let the dog inside after all. Then I wouldn’t have to worry. After letting Comet in the back door, I stuck my head back out the front, “I brought her in, so you don’t have to – ” was all I could get out before Comet bolted into the front yard.
“Comet!” I called her to me, allowing the door to open enough to completely reveal my oversized tee shirt and sheep lounge pants. Comet gave me the “You think I’m listening to you?” look and darted to the side yard. I grabbed my jacket and Crocs and ran out the front door pulling it shut so the two-year-old wouldn’t be next.
But as I stood in the neighbor’s driveway calling a dog with selective hearing, my daughter walked her pajama-clad, bare-footed two-year-old self across the dewy grass pushing her popcorn popper. Pop. Pop. Pop.
By that time, the bug man offered to help me catch the dog. I think he felt sorry for me. The dog dashed, the bug-man scooted, I scampered, and Grace popcorn popped down the sidewalk. Pop. Pop. Pop. We ran all the way to the end of the street before catching her.
The happy cobweb cleaner brought Comet to me by the collar and I walked her home, Grace 10 paces behind. Pop. Pop. DROP. As I neared the front door, Grace fell and almost bit through her lip. I tossed the dog inside and ran to retrieve my bloody-mouth daughter from the poor bug man who was just ready to spray and go.
Ever have days like that? From the time I was a little girl, my dad always told me, “When you have a bad day, go help someone else.” You see, when you find someone else who needs help, you shift the focus from you to them, and your whole attitude changes.
So if you need some help figuring out how to help others, here is March’s Everyday Missionary Calendar to get you started. I hope you will print it out and place it on the fridge or somewhere where you’ll see it.
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By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.”
John 13:35 NIV
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“When you have a bad day, go help someone else.”
Love your dad’s outlook! So, so, so, true.
I usually find when I’m in one of those “moods,” praising Him changes my focus. Even if it’s forced at first. . .it comes like the tide.
So blessed by your post. thank you!
All for Him,
Thanks, Nikki! I love how you said it comes like the tide. So true! Thanks for stopping by and sharing. 🙂 Blessings!
I was having one of those days and ran into 2 friends spontaneously, sometimes just seeing a friends smile does wonders! God must put them in our way when He thinks we need them ; )
I think you’re right Katie. He certainly does that! As the dog just woke my two year old early from her nap, I’m hoping He’ll send along a dog-napper. Just kidding. Kind of. 😉