Ever been tired of being tired of yourself?
Tired of having your same hang-ups and habits hold you back.
Y’all I’m getting to old to keep doing the same things over and over again.
Like having a bedroom that looks like my teenagers, or constantly worrying about bills and the lack of money, (and the biggest one) doubting the truth about what God says about me.
My taped, recorded track of negative thoughts had already started playing before my morning routines had a chance to hum the day in.
“Not today.” I told myself.
Looking outside, nothing but gray clouds framed my window pane and a steady paced rainfall.
A little rain won’t hurt.
My body was begging to be walked and my mind needed some release.
Ear plugs? Grab them.
My legs were wobbly and rusty, hadn’t walked in a while. But the words, in each of the songs I’m listening to, are refreshing and realigning my weak steps.
Before long,I’m looking like one if those people you catch dancing and singing to themselves in public-and they don’t even care.
They’re the, happy-I’m-alive-waving-their-hands-in-the-air- kinda folks. They also usually have very colorful, coordinated, jogging suits on too.
I get it-it’s a choice to chose life.
And before long each negative thought that was lingering in my heart and in my mind had a tailor-made message to drown it out.
I was singing right at my circumstances-speaking life into those gray places.
Death and life are in the power of the tongue: and they that love it shall eat the fruit thereof.
The alarm is set on Pandora now.
Gray clouds and rainfall are in tomorrows’ forecast. I’m doing a little forecasting of my own-I’ve decided to speak life.