How a day turns out

Does it matter which side of the bed you got up from? Not really, it's all in the mind. The choice to decide if you're going to have a gd day or bad.

I made that choice this morning - to be happy. For most of my other days, I depend alot on how I feel that morning to decide my fate for the rest of the day, which is not wise at all. The people around you could change it for you, make it worse, or better, but it is still up to oneself, to wallow in misery, or stand up against all odds.

I used to rely on how Nathan feels sometimes. When he behaves well, makes my day, or otherwise, I would be sad and miserable, ringing LC up to complain and pleaded for him to come home quick. I'm getting better now, much better, to overcome that hurdle of dependency on my little boy to decide my happiness for the day, I choose Jesus, my souverign source of JOY, no matter what happens.

Today went really well. Nothing extraordinary happened. Not becos I've mastered Facebook, or becos Nathan had a longer afternoon nap, or if the weather was extra cooling and nice, I mean all these things do help to make the day merrier, but most impt of all, I started it with God, read his word, did my devotion, and committed my day to the Lord.

How important it is to start the day with God, shows your priority, what and who is the most impt to you. If I got on with housework or some other chore, I wouldn't have had a better day than sitting down at Jesus's feet, and feast on his bread, his eternal dose of refreshment.