Forget Your Lips

I had a bad Monday today. A murderous one.

Circumstances weren't great to start with, but do you know the worst part of the day?

Me.
My suckie attitude.
And that fact that I was stuck with me the whole day.

And as I was driving home this evening, I heard a song on my iPod that really slapped me on the wrist, particularly the phrase:

"Forget your words;

It's what you do - that is what you say."

(The Little Things - Musician: Shaun Jacobs) 

I realized, listening to such simple wisdom, what a rotten example of patience and kindness and joy I'd been today. Sure, people are people, and people have 'bad days', but man... today I failed!

As usual, my mind wondered completely off-track, and I was thinking about quiet times, prayer,  reading the Bible, worship... I was pondering about the best time to have quiet times, and how it affects my day. You see, certain circumstances have recently forced me to re-locate my usual morning quiet time to evening, and it occurred to me...

My morning quiet times used to serve as a peaceful, positive start to my day. I'm fresh, I commit my day to God and ask for His help.

My evening quiet times seem to now serve more as a remorseful time of repentance for all the foul-tempered and stressed-out things I did and said all day.

Circumstances won't likely change soon - I have to find a way to make this work for me.... without slipping up every single day. Hmm.

Anyways, just some random thoughts, Dear World, and for those who crossed my path today, I hope you'll forgive my blind hooting and crazy-eyed lunacy...

Tomorrow is another day, and I sincerely pray my actions will speak far kinder words than they did today.

Tribute

It's been a rough week, this last week. It feels like every task on my plate is suddenly due, like a bowl full of fruit that all goes ripe at once. And I'm the one playing 'chubby bunny' with it all, trying to stuff it all in before the proverbial poo hits the fan. 


I pulled a few hours over the weekend, and have worked 10-12 hour days. I've been tired and grouchy, emotional, and high on exhaustion. I've been a bitch to some, and have been extra-kind to some others. I've rolled my eyes at the mention of some names. Yep. It's been a rough week. 


And in the past few days, I have encountered... kindness. From someone I haven't paid attention to, I received compassion. From the one I was bitchy too in a moment of weariness, concern for my health. A helping hand from someone as busy and overwhelmed as myself.  A knowing smile from someone across the room, while I roll my eyes at the mention of another name. An encouraging pat on the back from one, a funny story from another, a moment of light-hearted playfulness.


Surely the kindness was there before, and I have just been a bit blind to it...? What NICE people I am surrounded by. I may have had a rough week, but my life is so much more colourful for better knowing the beautiful people around me. 


Blessed, grateful and overtired! 


Peace out!