It rained really hard today.  Most of the afternoon.  There was bad traffic in many places and I was wearing my light colored khaki pants that scream ‘Splash me with dirty drain water!’  It wasn’t hard to understand why I felt so low.  No money, problems with vendors and the real possibility that I wasn’t going to keep a promise I made to the teens in my class this Sunday.  And rain.  And my car got its rear bashed in by a matatu the previous morning so I have to go to the Police station twice (at least) today.  And my son is home from school due to billing irregularities on his fees (I didn’t pay that’s what).  And the party that might not happen on Sunday because I failed to plan in time.  And we got lousy house help this week (she is unbelievable).  And I have a cold.

Raining in Nairobi I feel that my day was lousy and that nothing went right.  I believe it could have gone a whole lot better than it did.  But it doesn’t change the fact that God is still enthroned on high.  Even when things aren’t going my way and when I am having the living daylights kicked out of me by life, He still loves me, died for me and watches my back.  Nothing has really changed.

If God never sorts out a single mess I dig myself into, if He never heals a single disease, if He never intervenes in a single situation till the day I die, I will still worship Him.

All that and I still made new business today!  And still felt I had a lousy day.