I woke up early today, excited over all I get to do before the clock
strikes midnight. I have responsibilities to fulfill today. I am
important.
My job is to choose what kind of day I am going to have.
Today I can complain because the weather is too hot or I can be thankful that the grass is getting good sunlight.
Today
I can feel sad that I don't have more money or I can be glad that my
finances encourage me to plan my purchases wisely and guide me away from
waste.
Today I can gumble about my health or I can rejoice that I am alive.
Today
I can lament over all that my parents didn't give me when I was growing
up or I can feel grateful that they allowed me to be born.
Today I can cry because roses have thorns or I can celebrate that thorns have roses.
Today I can mourn my lack of friends or I can excitedly embark upon a quest to discover new relationships.
Today I can whine because I have to go to work or I can shout for joy because I have a job to do.
Today
I can murmur dejectedly because I have to do housework or I can feel
honored because the Lord has provided shelter for my mind, body and
soul.
Today stretches ahead of me, waiting to be shaped. And here I am, the sculptor who gets to do the shaping.
What today will be like is up to me I get to choose what kind of day I will have.
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