Blowing a Fuse

Have you ever blown a fuse? Like ... not a light bulb, but that button that gets pushed and you lose it completely. If not, please stop reading immediately because I WILL, inadvertently I might add, scare you. What do you do with the remains of a blown fuse? How do you pick up the pieces? How do you lick your own wounds as well as those who also got hit by the shrapnel? Forgiveness. I have found that others are much quicker to forgive me than I am to forgive myself. I make all kinds of promises to myself - I come up with a plan. Surely, my plan will work - I will be a nice, kind, loving, fruit of the Spirit, Proverbs 31 woman - as soon as I'm not surrounded by other people. :) Seriously, God says "Because of the LORD's great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness." Lamentations 3:22,23
Okay ladies hum or sing with me "Great is thy faithfulness, Great is Thy faithfulness, morning by morning, new mercies I see, all I have needed Thy hand hath provided, Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord unto me." Ahhh ... the daddy just fixed the fuse box. Thank you Lord for being merciful to me when I don't deserve it. Thank you for forgiving me. Teach me Lord to be a woman whose fuse is surrendered to Your calling. Thank you Lord for Your faithfulness. You bless me with peace - thank you. Tomorrow - I will remember Your compassion - not my plan. I will give you the grenades, fuses and M-16's inside my heart so that you can defuse them. You are precious. Goodnight. Bless those who got caught in the crossfire tonight. Amen.