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.