I woke up this morning repeating over and over, "I won't be crabby. I won't be crabby." My sweet husband asked me what I was doing. I told him I really don't enjoy this time of day, it's chaos, etc. He said, "That's like a football player telling himself, I won't fumble, I won't fumble. Guess what? He fumbles. You have to choose joy."
The older he gets, the more he is like my dad. I can hear my dad saying that. So, what does that look like? Well, the baby step that I took this morning was lifting my eyebrows and smiling. My husband walked into the kitchen to tell me goodbye, took one look at me and said, "What is going on?".
To his surprise, I replied, "I'm smiling. I figured if I smiled, maybe joy would follow." Dad always said to do the actions of obedience first and the emotions will follow.
The January blahs are looming, but I know Jesus wants joy for all of us. So if you see me with a big old smile on my face, you'll know what I'm up to. Don't mess with me...underneath that might be a crabby football player trying not to fumble.
