"As you go through life, don’t allow Satan to use your mood to push others away from Christ. If you wake up on the wrong side of the bed, choose to make things right. Don’t let your mood dictate your actions. Instead of grumbling, be thankful you have been given another day to show others the love of Jesus Christ." Pastor Ed Young
I woke up yesterday morning with the covers wrapped around me to the point I thought I wasn't going to be able to untangle them and get up. It hadn...'t been a restful night. Instead, I had crazy dreams running through my head. My sweet husband had gotten up earlier and kicked on the furnace so I was roasting. I was finally able to untangle the covers and crawl out of bed. I looked in the mirror as I walked into the bathroom and thought, "Good heavens, I look like warmed over death!"
I woke up yesterday morning with the covers wrapped around me to the point I thought I wasn't going to be able to untangle them and get up. It hadn...'t been a restful night. Instead, I had crazy dreams running through my head. My sweet husband had gotten up earlier and kicked on the furnace so I was roasting. I was finally able to untangle the covers and crawl out of bed. I looked in the mirror as I walked into the bathroom and thought, "Good heavens, I look like warmed over death!"
Have you ever gotten up with a good case of the "Mulleygrubs"? That's what I had that morning; nothing looked good, felt good or even smelled good. No, I didn't feel sick but the "Mulleygrubs" had attacked me full force. The sun was shining; the birds were singing and, as is the usual ritual on a Saturday morning, my husband was in the kitchen fixing sausage, eggs and toast with a little apricot jam to go along with his coffee. Most days, he isn't a big breakfast eater and will have corn flakes or something similar. However, there is something about Saturday that brings the chef out in him.
I threw on my robe and went staggering into the kitchen. I didn't even feel like answering when he said , "How are you this morning?", so I just grunted and sauntered over to the cabinet; pulled out a bowl and fixed my usual oatmeal. I really wasn't hungry but I thought if I ate perhaps the "Mulleygrubs" would find another individual to inhabit.
What do you do to counteract the "Mulleygrubs"? I thought getting dressed; applying makeup and combing my hair would be a start. Then, I decided perhaps reading some from the book of Psalms might be good. So, I opened to Psalm 100 and read these verses:
"Go through his open gates with great thanksgiving; enter his courts with praise. Give thanks to him and bless his name. For the Lord is always good. He is always loving and kind, and his faithfulness goes on and on to each succeeding generation" Psalm 100:4-5
So, to those of you who mistakenly think that I go around with inspirational thoughts just flowing out of my head and onto my facebook status, let me assure you that I can have the "Mulleygrubs" just as easily as anyone.
I threw on my robe and went staggering into the kitchen. I didn't even feel like answering when he said , "How are you this morning?", so I just grunted and sauntered over to the cabinet; pulled out a bowl and fixed my usual oatmeal. I really wasn't hungry but I thought if I ate perhaps the "Mulleygrubs" would find another individual to inhabit.
What do you do to counteract the "Mulleygrubs"? I thought getting dressed; applying makeup and combing my hair would be a start. Then, I decided perhaps reading some from the book of Psalms might be good. So, I opened to Psalm 100 and read these verses:
"Go through his open gates with great thanksgiving; enter his courts with praise. Give thanks to him and bless his name. For the Lord is always good. He is always loving and kind, and his faithfulness goes on and on to each succeeding generation" Psalm 100:4-5
So, to those of you who mistakenly think that I go around with inspirational thoughts just flowing out of my head and onto my facebook status, let me assure you that I can have the "Mulleygrubs" just as easily as anyone.
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