A few days ago I was a little riled at some things, which carried over into my sleep and I had some pretty nasty dreams. And so Oscar the grouch kept her sulky demeanor for quite a bit until bang, I started talking to God and complained.
In your mental capacity you must think, gee, this one's lost her jelly beans. She's talking to God, yeah right.
Ok, I meant I prayed. Fair? In a whinny, complaining tone everyone loves to hate.
I said "dear God, you gotta be kidding me. I'm an angel, I'm so filled with perfection, why are these ridiculous bad things happening and annoying the macaroons out of me?"
Maybe I didn't say that, but after I told God in the same whinny, complaining, sourish tone, I turned to the mirror and met the Incredible Sulk again. That's right sister, to the Incredible Hulk, and green with annoyance. I told God I had been having some bad days, quite a few in a row now, and I would be glad if I had some sort of cheer, or glimmer.
That's right. I was doing it. Being real sarcastic to God. And then it dawned upon me, I had not been cooking my pot of positivi-TEA! So, I changed my attitude and decided to just look at the merrier picture.
Hey God, you're cool. Coolest Daddy and dude ever. It's been brighter and chirpier. And I'm drinking my positivi-TEA, thank You for Your grace and help.
Your very annoying daughter, Little Miss Sunshine. :) Disclaimer: The whole chunk of being perfect and an angel was meant to be a joke and ironic. Please do not throw eggs or tomatoes when u do meet me.
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