Every Day's A Good Day

"Have a good day."

SIGH. I’M TIRED of fighting. I’m going to sit down and relax. Yet another word from the Lord crosses my vision which talks about me having to go through some tough place aka battle aka war, aka … no, thanks, I’m done. I’ m not staring down giants, not guarding anything, which frankly, I’m inept at doing; I’m not, at this point, even holding up the shield of faith. Here God, you do it.

Okay. (That’s God replying.)

We people of God are too busy predicting the next difficulty. Let’s all just stop. One hundred million heads turn and look at me. I guess I’m all alone in this.

“You can’t just stop fighting, Suzanne.”

You know what I did this morning? I created a cartoon in my head. Me and the devil and him trying to make me tussle. But I won because I refused. He’s there pleading with me to look at the storm. Me: What storm? Him: But, Suzanne, God speaks to you in the storm. Me: He speaks to me out of the storm. And at that point (this is me continuing with the story) I went inside. He had all these arguments about storms, and frankly, they’re either an excuse to us to avoid going inside (where there’s no wind and rain) or they’re a prediction of some sort. Insert doom-and-gloom song. The devil would have you believe in storms simply to keep you in one.

And here’s where half of those one hundred thousand heads tell me I’m being cruel because of all the people in a storm. Sigh. I guess I should switch this up and start talking about being Peter who walked in the Spirit on the water. Or Jesus who calmed the sea. But, see, here’s the problem: It’s not raining where I’m at, and I’m not going to go find it. I’m going to keep sitting right here in my lounge chair, staring through the window from my air-conditioned house at the Florida August sunshine, knowing it’s hot and I’m not going out there.

Sigh. No, I ‘m not going to start preachin’ about God and the desert. I’m actually going to tell you to HAVE A GOOD DAY. Like every single day. Stop looking for the storm, stop standing in the rain, don’t even get in the boat to sail but put on your swimsuit and lay in the shade. Or, hey, walk the dog! My Isabelle needs more exercise! Or do what my mom used to tell us kids to do: Read a book. Play a game. Do a puzzle.

Cause here’s the thing. (Looks aside and back. Lowers voice.) Jesus can be found indoors in the A/C, in a comfy chair, with your eyelids at half-mast. Side note: Did you know nothing is impossible with God? He can actually turn an unclean spirit into a sock. Now, see, that made you laugh. It made Him laugh. In fact, the first thing He did when I was in a pseudo-storm, I’ll call it that, was make me laugh. And we’ve been laughin’ together ever since.

I challenge the next prophet to seek the Lord (Can we call Him Jesus now and then?) for a word about good times, about singing God’s praises, and eating cake (Oh, there was one for that!), and chasing puppies and kittens. Okay, I added that last one. DO SOMETHING HAPPY TODAY. You have God’s permission.

Here’s His next word from me (and Go!): Be positive.

That’s it. Be positive. If they’re singing about the storm, switch music. If they’re dancing in the rain, go inside. If anyone is requiring you to struggle in order to overcome, just refuse. Return your tray to its upright position and REST.

Image by Ron Hoekstra from Pixabay


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Suzanne D. Williams, Author
www.suzannedwilliams.com
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