One of those things that makes me wonder if moving a mile up
the road to a bigger house as an act of obedience is really what God wants or if
I’m just plain crazy because this house really isn’t that bad.
So here I am in my not-so-happy little powder keg using all
the stuff God has taught me about keeping my head every time the inevitable
disaster hits. And I’m mostly fine. Not caring about the hills and valleys, not
caring about how people respond, only caring about my own obedience.
Then yesterday we got a triple whammy of losing a contract
on this house, losing a sure bet on another house, and a septic guy telling me
I need to spend $500 to put ugly markers all over my yard – right in a high
traffic area where people are going to trip on them.
Yeah. It was a good day.
Eye roll.
So my head and my heart had a little disagreement. It
sounded something like this.
Heart: wahhhhhhhh!
Head: Stop being a crybaby. You’re fine.
Heart: Did you hear me? I said WAHHH!
Head: I think it’s time to sing.
Heart: I don’t like singing. I only like crying.
Head: La la la. I can’t hear you. I’m singing. You should
try it. You’ll feel better.
Ok, so the illustration was a bit on the comical side. But I
hope you can hear what I’m saying. My head and my heart are not always on the
same page. My head knows the truth, logic and reason. My heart only knows emotion
-happy or sad. And there are so many
times that my crybaby heart ruins my day because it will just not listen to the
voice of reason.
So yesterday when I was driving around, tired of listening
to my crybaby heart that wouldn’t shut up I decided to sing. Out loud. Louder
than my heart was crying. I totally pulled the “la, la, la, I can’t hear you”
card on myself.
And it totally worked. My heart tried to shout over the
singing for a while, until it realized it wasn’t doing any good because my
brain was too busy trying to remember what words were next in the song to
listen. And finally it gave up and
started singing too.
