I do not know what had gone wrong in the kitchen, but it was “one of those days.” Not a drab, uneventful day–plenty happens on these distracting days, when we seem to have gotten out on the wrong side of the bed. All day long we are vexed and pestered by the mosquitoes of petty care. Everything seems to have determined to be perverse. Tempers flare, nerves are strained, we “feel like we could scream.”
Some people can stand big troubles better than this variety. They rise to the crash and disaster, but the wear and tear of petty distractions overcome them. And yet perhaps it is a greater victory to overcome these little aggravations than to face nobly a gigantic trial.
There is grace for these days too. We may be kept in perfect peace if our minds are stayed on Him. These dwarfish demons can do our testimony more harm than the onslaught of an oversized devil. The breakfast table may call for more grace than the Lord’s table on Sunday morning. Instead of depending on two cups of coffee making you fit to live with, get a good start at the feet of the Lord of “all the days.”
Day Be Day with Vance Havner, pages 72-73.