It is amazing how fickle our moods are. Yesterday morning (on my way to work) I felt happier than I ever have. I felt so free and loved and full of joy. For the first time in my life I was brave enough to believe God is pleased with all of me. Not that I am perfect, but that He loves me and is pleased with me anyway.
By yesterday afternoon, I felt just normal (and that was after a really cool lunch and conversation with a new friend. I LOVE making new friends but it usually stresses me out because of all the stupid things I say and I am not sure if they will see through all that and not think I am an idiot. And I was surprised I wasn't all stressed out, maybe I am growing?).
And this morning I woke up a total grouch.
I just took a loooonnnngggggg bath though and now I feel normal, which I guess means content and slightly happy. I am grateful that is my normal now and not the complete grouch, which used to be my normal. But all that to show how fickle I am. I am so glad God isn't moody.
I hope all ya'll (is that how you spell it?) have a lovely weekend.
Enjoy the highs, right? :)