Today....

Today was one of those days that almost everything went wrong.

It all started last night when our apartment gate crashed into our car, leaving some green paint on our car and leaving it dented and scratched. It wasn't too bad but enough to cause us stress.

We got up, got the day going and went to talk to our apartment management. They pretty much made our day worse by saying it was our fault and we ended up with the apartment manager raising her voice at us (even though we were sitting down on the couch, trying to remain calm).

Then we get up to our apartment after having to walk out of the office with nothing resolved and we got on our bank account and discovered that they never refunded us our over draft fees for several fraud charges...thus leaving us overdrawn a LOT further than we thought, along with more fraud charges. When I called the bank, the lady had already left for the day and I couldn't get any help.

Then my husband went to work and the day was relatively bad for sales.

Alright, so all that is just the story of my day...but what I'm wanting to say is what went on in my heart.

I found that as the management lady was raising her voice at me and accusing me of things that weren't my problem, anger arose in my heart. Now, I'm a red-head. I'm fiery, and high-strung. And my pregnancy hormones don't make it any easier on me! I remember trying to sit calmly and still talk rationally to this woman, but as she continued to tell me she didn't have time for my -insert bad word here- and refusing to help me, the more my ire got up. My feathers were ruffled.  I'm not even sure what I said to her. All I wanted was to get out of the building before I really blew up. It was really bad. I remember feeling this boiling sensation in my chest and hearing the blood pound in my ears. 

Then when I had somewhat calmed down after getting back home, I was trying to deal with the bank. My husband had tried calling first, but somehow he got hung up on (I think it was a technical error, not on purpose). He was frustrated, so I offered to call. Now I kept myself together even tho the lady wasn't really nice when she was informing me the person handling my "case" was already gone for the day.

I keep thinking about my day and feeling slightly guilty, because I so want to be like Jesus when I'm communicating with people. I know the way the lady treated my husband and me in the management office wasn't right, but that still doesn't give me the right to be angry or mean in return.

Do any of you have days that you find yourself failing in being like Jesus? What do you do when that happens?  I mean, in circumstances like mine today.

Blessings~