let's make it a great day
Another year. Great. I mean, GREAT! Pardon me while I make some adjustments.
I have discovered lately that my attitude needs some tweaking. I don’t know
why that is. Maybe the culprit is all that chocolate I ate over the
holidays…whatever it may be, I have had to do some serious talking. To
myself, that is. Case in point—I woke up this morning in a very bad mood. I
did not want to get out of bed, did not want to go to work, I just wanted to
stay in and sleep. But I had to be somewhere at 7:30, so I had to get up.
After the shower I was in a little bit of a better mood, and then by the
time I drank a cup of jo that was way too strong—I can never get it right—I
at least was willing to put on clothes that weren't labeled with a 'P' and a
'J.' And then from out of no where I heard this voice. A voice that was
familiar, yet not. It was not the voice of God, but the voice of one of our
advertisers! Strange, I know, but bear with me…this actually turns out good!
‘Let’s make it a great day!’ just kept reverberating in my head until I
finally stopped what I was doing (complaining) and thought about that
phrase. Although I hate to admit this, and oh how I wish life was not this
way, the decision of whether or not I enjoy the moments that are at hand is
in my hands. I have to make it a great day. God in all of His goodness and
mercy has given me everything I need to make it a great day, but how many
times do I not do that? A lot here lately. I repented and felt so much
better. Then I looked at my husband and said, “Let’s make it a GrEaT day!”
He wasn’t as enthused as I was, but that’s ok. It was turning out to be a
great day after all. |
