Oh Lordy.
Apparently, to Keegan, whenever I say "Oh Lordy" it sounds like a southern lady saying "Oohh Lawdy" in his head.
Anyway. Do you ever get to that point where you don't know what to do? I hate when blogs start out with rhetorical questions (like I can hear your answers...), but I don't know what else to say. I don't know whether to cry, to laugh, to scream, to sleep, to shower (of all things, I do it when I'm upset. I also feel like I hear God the best when I'm in my shower), or just to sit.
I feel like crying. But not the bad kind...the refreshing kind. The kind where you cry silently, sit in your bathroom for a half hour just thinking (which I tend to do more than is probably healthy), then head off to bed.
I don't know how many of you read this, if any at all, but I wonder how/who you are. Let me explain that awkward sentence. When I sit down to write, I think about the following questions:
1) Will this teach somebody something they don't already know?
2) Will this make somebody feel better?
3) Will this help somebody get to know me better?
4) Will this help somebody get closer to God, even if it's not directly about Him?
Believe me, I could use this blog to complain. Oh BOY could I complain. But like Morgan, God's challenged me not to complain; especially about work, because generally EVERYBODY complains at work. And quite honestly, working sometimes isn't a basket full of butterflies, especially when customers are rude or the shift before us does little to no work at all. Here's what I figure...if I have a positive attitude, maybe somebody will follow my example, like I did with Morgan. Last night was my first night in action with this, and by the end of the night, it was the best time I've EVER had at work. I read 165 pages of Diary of a Wimpy Kid (I don't care how old you are, if you've been in sixth grade, you'll appreciate this book), drank Dr. Pepper behind the Fitting Room desk, and told people to adopt dust bunnies over the walkies. Well, after work, dropped my phone, well, it slipped out of my hand, and the screen is now brutally cracked. I definitely almost cried. But, I was fine.
Anyway. That's my challenge to you. Don't complain...and if you feel the need, like after you've dropped your phone before going home at 11:15, take it to God. I'll probably write a new post later this week about falling. Yup. FALLING.
I love you all,
Leah
That's very true. VERY true. I don't remember who always told me this, but it was "always smile. Even when it's pouring rain and the weather's in your brain, smile. Really. Smile."
ReplyDeleteI always thought it was pretty cheesy, but no. Because when you're smiling you don't really have ROOM to complain!
I love you Leah! You are awesome and I am so LUCKY to see the change in you and how far you are going with God and what good is coming out of you! You are BEAUTIFUL! And I know you will do SO MUCH for the kingdom of God! Love you girly!
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Leah, you're always such a true encouragement. The Lord has given me the command to not complain as well. It does not please God and it certainly does not give Him glory. Not too long ago, I dropped my camera and my favorite lens was broken. Fortunately, that morning was spent with the Lord. I did not cry, although I felt like it. I was surprised to have peace. I was fine. Despite the fact that I had to shoot a wedding the following afternoon. The Lord has never left us. He will get us through. Knowing this, why would we have to complain?
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