Moving From Dysfunctional to Functional

I feel bad for God because he has so much to change within me.
I have approximately 41 years of learning how to poorly react to others actions. He has to retrain my thinking. I get angry at the imaginative scenarios I think up, and expect things to go according to my daydreams. We have all heard, "Once a fighter; always a fighter", right? Wrong.
I cannot recall prayers that I've prayed about a year or more ago, but today I had a quick reminder that Papa in heaven is watching me, transforming me, and paddling me too.

When it comes to working on laundry, I have a system because I get overwhelmed with a pile of dirty clothes laying on the floor. I attempt to keep the dirty ones in a confined area until I'm ready to wash them.  If  I have clean folded clothes on the counter tops, I put them away before I begin to clean the dirty ones.
As a parent, you teach your kids how to do laundry and they usually drag their feet to help next time. Husbands are not usually real helpful, unless you are a lucky girl who has a helpful hubby.  Most of my experiences have been less than joyful when it comes to laundry.

Today, I had a quick lesson I'd like to share.  Now, here is a warning, if you want to keep a clean image of me in your mind; don't read this.  If you want to hear about my dirty image and laundry; continue at your own risk.

I did not ask my husband to take the dirty clothes up to the laundry room because I had clean ones still to work with. Being a loving helpful hubby,and in an effort  to help, Rodney took the dirty clothes up. I appreciated that, however, when I went upstairs the animosity welled up inside and I  became overwhelmed with the huge task at hand. I had no basket to for the clean, folded towels I needed to take downstairs and the dirty pile was staring me from the bottom of the floor to the counter top. UGH!
Well, in my unrighteous anger, I threw the clean, folded towels down the stairs. Yep, now you know who was going to have to pick them up, right?  Right, but I didn't think of that in the midst of my bad attitude.
I got the laundry room squared away and clean while at the bottom of the stairs was a mess waiting for me.

I slowly walk down the stairs and begun putting the clean half folded, half unfolded towels and sheets into the laundry basket. Now, Rodney comes in the door and I sweetly ask him to help me with the towels that I threw down the stairs. I imagined him saying no all the while the scenario was playing out in my mind as I expected it to happen; an argument was going to take place and I was going to win.
Oh no, my helpful hubby responds with "Sure." That threw me into a different kind of spin.
There came an arrow from heaven attached with these words, "Why didn't you take the basket upstairs in the first place?"
The next arrow that came down had a note on it; "Why did you get angry again?"
The last arrow had written on it; "You have a husband who will give you a loaf and not a stone, just as you have a heavenly Father who by His example your hubby is mimicking"
WOW!
Now before Rodney could even begin his task, I explained to him what had just happened between my actions and thoughts.  He kind of chuckled but was supportive.  We ended up folding the towels and sheets together and it became a joyful memory instead of an argument.

As we were talking I realized what had just happened. I went from my expectations becoming premeditated resentments to becoming ashes for beauty. I moved from dysfunction to function.

It doesn't matter how old you are, as long as you are a willing vessel, you can be transformed by the renewing of your mind.  God can do anything as long as we let Him.  I want peace and stability in my life. I didn't believe that I could have it in a marriage, as I've had 2 others fail. What I know now is; "Yes, Marjorie, you can."

~Be encouraged
If a son ask for bread from any Father among you, will he give a stone? Of if he ask for a fish, will he give him a serpent instead of a fish?