I AM POOPED.
Cranky.
Just an inch shy of exhausted.
Many, many reasons explain my sad state of mind and body.
1. Save the Girls Yard Sale concluded. We raised a bit more than $100 in donations for ministries that rescue and care for child sex slaves, numbering 2 million worldwide, with 80 percent of them female, some as young as 5 or 6 years old. Sick, sick, sick.
What has tired me out? While I made change, bagged and passed out info on child sex slavery (with a daughter or friend to help! Yay peeps!), dishes stacked, laundry overflowed, floors got sticky, and the meals did not make themselves. Oh, how I wish I had a maid.
And not just housework bowled me over. I tweeted, facebooked and blogged and even went to church. Woohoo. <<Did ya catch the sarcasm? I should read this baby into a nifty mic so you could download it on your iPod and catch the intonations.>>
2. Money woes. Yep, just like you, I have to make do on less money with higher gas and food prices. Before I begin to pity-party <<don’t go there, Lucy. . .don’t go there, Lucy>>, I’m one wealthy lady compared to Jesus’ day. Then if you had an extra set of clothes and food for the next day, you were very, very good to go. A regular Mrs. Steve Jobs. So who am I to complain?
3. Eating poorly. My food choices aren’t particularly horrible. No Ding-Dongs for din-din. I’m just not eating. Don’t worry. No anorexia. I’m choosing work over meals. Dumb, dumb, dumb. Food provides energy, right? And I’m skipping meals?
4. Skipping exercise. Hey, why not? <<More sarcasm.>> Skip meals, skip exercise. Not even a walk around the block.
I confess: I’m a meal-skipping workaholic who doesn’t move her butt out of her chair and instead worries about money.
Now that I recognize my error in thinking — BIG PROBLEMS, small God — will I:
a) wallow
b) kick a chair
c) think right
Hmm. Wallowing seems sickly gratifying, since it’s all about me me me. Kicking a chair could be radical. . .not how I usually behave. . .something new and different.
I KNOW C is the right answer. (I wrote the quiz, remember?) That’s what I should do because when I think right about God and me then my problems shrink. Should I? Maybe I don’t want to. Sulk, sulk, sulk.
Okay, Okay, God, I hear you. C. I pick C. <<How I wish WordPress.com let me put the C in 72 points! It doesn’t. Err. Guess I gotta deal with it.>>
When I think right finally I can C (bad pun, I know, please forgive me):
BIG GOD, small problems.
What about you? Right now, which is bigger in your life? Your problems? Or God?
