Moody Pants

People, sometimes I get a little moody. Oh, it's true. I could blame it on boys or hormones or lack of chocolate, but moodiness has a way of taking over and camping out in my brain, heart and spirit. It becomes my filter for how I see the world and usually that world looks blue and funky.

And the worst part is that I know I am moody and yet I still let it sink in and rule like some ugly dictator.

On Sunday night, after I had crawled into bed, I read this little nugget:

There are certain things in life that we need not pray about— moods, for instance. We will never get rid of moodiness by praying, but we will by kicking it out of our lives. Moods nearly always are rooted in some physical circumstance, not in our true inner self. It is a continual struggle not to listen to the moods which arise as a result of our physical condition, but we must never submit to them for a second. We have to pick ourselves up by the back of the neck and shake ourselves; then we will find that we can do what we believed we were unable to do. The problem that most of us are cursed with is simply that we won’t. The Christian life is one of spiritual courage and determination lived out in our flesh.                                         ~Oswald Chambers, My Utmost for His Highest, May 20

I love this refreshing truth.

Apparently I need to be a little bit tougher. 

Apparently I need to be a bit more courageous and determined.

Apparently I need to kick moodiness to the curb like some ninja warrior princess and not let the things of this world sway what I know to be true.

Well, then.

It's a good thing I have been working out.