sweet Spirit of God, come and reign in this temple

I was in hysteria half an hour ago.

Vexed that my belongings simply vanished climaterically, I trudged around the house like The Terminator and wrecked about everything in sight, in furious hope to find those items.

While I despaired and ranted to WK, I suddenly awoke in my imprisoned spirit. How did it slip my mind- that God is bigger than my frustruations?

As you would expect a typical "God-story" to end up with "happily-ever-after", well, it did. No, I didnt find any of the things that went missing, and they are in fact, still, missing. But it doesnt matter.

My happy ending is the love & peace from God, that calmed me. That administered discipline to subordinate myself from yelling at the top of my voice. That granted me courage to apologize. That lavished me with wisdom and serenity.

God is Awesome, what else can I say?