Monday, December 8, 2014

WE SHALL HEAR ANGELS

Oh, to go forward a'singin'. There. That's whats missing this morning. I'm feeling burdened, there's no...what? I guess, even humming in my heart. But, thinking on it, the real uh-oh is there's no concrete awful in my life either. Nothing is hanging fire in my worry zone. I just feel dissatisfied.

I went to a wonderful memorial for a friend on Saturday, and in talking it over with friends later, we all agreed we were feeling a tish melancholy...not the morbid melancholy, but the how-sweet-it-was melancholy.

Maybe my well, hell feeling is just a hangover from the melancholia, and my feelings aren't paid to know good melancholy from bad melancholia...if it don't feel good, it's bad, according to them.

That's what happens when we let our feelings dictate our mood...I guess I need to take my own advice: If I upgrade my attitude, I'll upgrade my problem.

And my eyes fall on a Christmas card I received some years ago that I keep on my bulletin board beside me:

we shall find
PEACE,
we shall hear
ANGELS.
we shall see the
SKY
sparkling with
DIAMONDS!
(chekhov)

God loves me so much.

Thank you.





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