I hate waking up in a cranky mood. I can always tell when I’m cranky, because there are always more big, huge trucks in the two right lanes of the road I travel. And the cars in the left lane can’t seem to go faster than the big, huge trucks so I can’t get around anybody. I don’t particularly need to drive fast, but I do expect to go the speed limit and I don’t like being boxed in.
On mornings like this, by the time I get to the office, I’ve determined that everyone driving on the road is an idiot. Why they don’t wake up before they get behind the wheel of a car is beyond my understanding of human nature.
Did I wake up cranky? Or am I cranky because nobody will get out of my way this morning? I don’t know. It doesn’t really matter.
Once I get into the office and spend a little time with the Lord, I get it.
Dregs.
I need to be poured out and I didn’t take the time to do that this morning.
See, historically, after wine makers stomped on the grapes to get the juice flowing, they poured the juice in vessels and allowed the dregs, lees, sediment to settle to the bottom. Then they poured the liquid into another vessel and let the dregs settle again. They had to go through this process several times until the wine was crystal clear.
We’re like wine. We need to be poured out on a daily basis to filter out the dregs that accumulate in our lives-and accumulate, they do. Otherwise, our thinking gets muddy, we can’t see clearly, and before you know it, everyone on the road is an idiot.
Lord,I submit this day to you. Pour me out before your throne. Cover me, cleanse me, and settle my heart until I can be seen clear through and I can see clearly again.
