I didn't post yesterday. Sue me. I didn't feel well.
Actually, this cold that has zapped all my energy got me to thinking. Maybe it's just me, but when I'm not feeling so great or am just having a less than stellar day, it's pretty easy to go down a woe is me, it's my pity party and I'll cry if I want to-kind of path.
Then I remember that I can't stand whiny people, which means I can't be whiny, because I also can't stand hypocrites, so I play a little game with myself.
Generally before bedtime, Derek or I will read Atticus and Adelaide a little snippet from their VeggieTales devotional. Every once in a while, however, I like to mix things up a bit, and I'll read from Little Visits With God, a book I remember well from my childhood. In addition to having a slightly different tone from VeggieTales, it was first published in the 1950's, so it has a different perspective, as well.
A while back, I opened Little Visits at random, found an illustration of a smiling boy in a wheel chair, was intrigued, and decided that would be our devotional for the evening. An excerpt:
"A woman was coming down the sidewalk, pushing a wheel chair. In it sat a little boy who couldn't walk. He couldn't even move his hands very much. He had had polio. But he was smiling all the time.
'Look at that boy; he's always smiling,' said Allan.
'I'd cry if I couldn't walk,' said his sister Margie.
"But he's doing right by smiling,' said Allan. 'Don't you remember what our minister said about being happy all the time? 'Be glad in the Lord always.' That's a Bible verse.'"
The story continues a bit about remembering Jesus' sacrifice and what it means to be glad in the Lord. It reminds me a bit of that children's song and game "Count Your Blessings," where basically you name ways you're fortunate and blessed to get your mind off your own petty troubles.
That's the game I play with myself: "Count Your Blessings." Although I usually call it "Shut Up, You Big Sissy."
Sometimes you have to be firm.