Frustrated

Today is Friday, and alas I despair,

For although I have worked all week,

And I toiled at my life with care,

What I sought after, I guess I still seek.

Sunday, the first day, seemed good to me,

Worshipped God and even tried to serve.

Started a healthy diet, to lose weight you see,

To maintain it, I hope I keep the nerve.

Monday was hectic, started off with a prayer,

Battled traffic to work, it was nerve-racking.

The job was strenuous, but the workload was fair,

And complete it I did, but something was lacking.

Come Tuesday, I received good news to share,

They started building our new house, at last.

I studied the Bible, like I tried to do each day,

And continued to pray as each hour passed,

Wednesday arrived with not a lot of fanfare,

Just heading back to work, the same old grind.

The weather it was hot, but I didn't really care,

I worked inside, to the heat outside, I was blind.

Thursday found another day of repetitive stuff,

Working, dieting, fighting traffic and the like.

The food has been great, but yet I am not buff,

But am working on it, riding hard my bike.

So here I am, another week almost past,

What I have really done for God is hard to say.

Although I toiled hard, all this week last,

The results will have to wait for another day.

Has your week been as frustratingly toilsome and weary as mine?  Each day it seems, to quote Matthew, has enough trouble of its own.  Some of the reasons for MY frustration have been my inability to love other people.  Also, I have a huge pride, and just as equally large, ego.  Very few Christians are involved in my life...and none, other than my beautiful wife, really involved.  I was reading Acts 18 this morning, along with Ecclesiastes and excepts from both Adam's and Eve's diaries (as tongue-in-cheek penned by Mark Twain).  Paul came across a lot of frustrated people in his ministry, and even became frustrated with the Jews so much that he decided to preach to the Gentiles instead.  And Solomon's dissertation was chock full of frustration.  If you ever get the opportunity to read Biblical 'accounts' by Mark Twain, like the diaries of the first male and first female, you will see comical frustration in them.

I am not sure how to overcome frustration.  I guess the best thing is prayer.  But I imagine some type of hard work would probably not hurt.  Let me ask all of you a question.....when you get frustrated, what do you do?  Other than prayer, I mean. 

Why am I writing all this?  I am not sure.....maybe some of you can tell me.

I am going to slow down today, maybe let my soul catch up with me.  I hope to stop feeding the Evil Wolf, and start providing food for the Good One. Maybe I can be a better sidekick for Jesus if I can improve my frustration.  I guess I will go back and read about Esek, Sitnah and Rehoboth, maybe joy will 'well' up in me.  And, if I reread some proverbs, maybe I can correct some things causing my dismay.