Have you ever made it through an entire day without complaining once?
I can’t say that I have because most of the time I’m either too hot or too cold. The current novel I am working on explores this theme. As a result I have realized that a day full of nothing but positive words is harder for me than I would like it to be. I’m an optimistic, kind person — or at least I hope that is how I affect others.
But it’s not just a matter of avoiding negative words. So maybe I get through a day and don’t gripe about anything in particular. That’s good. But did I purpose to say anything uplifting today? Did I encourage anyone or even myself? Maybe I stay quiet and take up Thumper’s motto from Bambi, if you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all. I have a feeling there would be an awful lot of dead space in my conversations. Why do I invite the complaints and negativity to rain down all around me?
I know where my umbrella rests. It’s on my nightstand. It’s also in the app on my phone. But will I get it out and use it? allow it to protect me from the rain? to keep me dry? My umbrella — my Bible — sometimes sits on my nightstand, dry as a sock fresh from the dryer. My Bible longs to be the shield in my storm of words. It wants me to use it the way it was designed to be used.
I need to tell others, and myself, that all things are possible with God — even wrangling my words and using them for good — that we are above and not beneath. We are blessed of almighty God. We are blessed coming in and blessed going out. We are bold and courageous. In this life we may have troubles, but take heart for He has overcome the world!
This is the day that the Lord has made and I will rejoice and be glad in it! Let the positive Word of God replace the acidic rain of doubt, pain and discontent, and shower goodness all over you.