I am tired.

I get crabby when I’m tired.

My husband gets crabby when I’m crabby.

We’re the crabby couple. (well, not really. He stays pretty up; I’m probably the only one who knows that he’s not chipper when I’m not chipper.)

The crabby couple is looking for a house.

The houses are expensive.

The expense of life makes me a bit more crabby.

I’m still crabby.

The crabbiness gets ugly.

The ugliness reminds me that God didn’t create me to be ugly. Jesus didn’t die for me that I might live a crabby life. So why am I crabby?

And what can I do when I get tempted to be overwhelmed by it all?

I go back to when I was a kid and we learned so many Bible verses in school and sang so many simple songs and beautiful hymns about who our God is.

So I tell myself to trust in the Lord, cast all my cares, rest in Him, and I sing to myself He has made me glad, He has made me glad . . . it is well with my soul.

My soul has no reason for crabbiness.

My body may be tired, but I can choose to live an abundant life.

Amen. So be it. Let’s do it.

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