From Thursday to Saturday I was in a major funk,
I mean, woe is me, leave me alone,
I want to sleep all day funk…
I must confess, first off the bat, that my funk was self-induced,
And truly had very little to do with me,
Directly,
I loved God, loved my man, was still gainfully employed,
Living well, truly blessed…
But I was doing something I have been guilty of most of my life,
Taking on the woes of those I love…
I am guilty, I must confess…
Mostly I am as cool as chilled cucumber,
But when something goes on with those I love most,
It effects me as though it were actually happening to me,
That has always been my Achilles heel…
It is frustrating for my man,
I know because he only assumes his own issues,
I tell him and truly mean it,
He is my hero…to be in that place where you truly,
KNOW,
That things will be okay,
Or they won’t but to simply pray and allow God to work,
I am grateful for him,
Saturday afternoon, I forced myself to go out,
A friend was having a function,
And I was grateful,
It was a wonderful distraction,
And I felt better by the time I was done,
But what really helped me,
Immensely was when I was sitting in church,
And my pastor preached about suffering,
Phillipians Chapter One, 29-30,
He broke it down and brought and I could literally feel,
The self-induced weight of what I was feeling float from my shoulders,
I felt as though he had been peeking in my window,’
Reading my journal,
Seeing my dreams and stealing my thoughts,
But what I know in actuality is that God was sending me a message,
That I needed to heed,
To pray fervently,
Trust him,
To impart what he has given me to those who will listen,
And to know that what I always say is true,
Everyday is a new day and we can choose to do our best in it…
Amen….
BE BLESSED,
Angelia
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