There are some days when I’m just grouchy. My mind is saying, “Man, you are soundin’ grouchy. What’s wrong with you?” I mean, do I always have to have a reason? Oh, yeah … it’s the “you’re a Christian, you can’t be grouchy, cranky, or mean … ever!” And there’s always the hormones excuse, which we, as women can probably use for everything we do, but I don’t want to be ruled by my stinkin’ hormones.

Anyway, I just have to say … I’m cranky today. There is no reason, and that little angel and that little devil on each shoulder are about to have a knock-down drag-out. I really want the angel to win, but the devil is honestly just makin’ me feel good about my behavior … my attitude is justified.
And, when I’m cranky, I can think of about 25 things that are not fair in my life … maybe even more. One thought just leads to the next and the next.
No, I’m not the perfect Christian. I know you are all surprised by that bit of news. And sometimes, honestly, I don’t want to even try to be. It’s too hard. And it ain’t ever gonna happen. 
And then, here’s the angel on my shoulder (or should I say, Holy Spirit) … “Suck it up. Get over yourself. You are not your own. An incredible price has been paid for you, dummy. Don’t you know that? You are My light to the world, whether you want to be or not. It’s too late. You must be “Jesus” to everyone you come into contact with. Stop being selfish and wallowing in your own self-pity and die to yourself.” OK, I know the Holy Spirit does not call me “dummy.” Just my interpretation.
So, basically, I just need to keep my mouth shut today and just pray it through, even though the grouchiness feels better.
God, please forgive me for forsaking you and making you not look so good in the eyes of others by my example. 
I’m gonna go cry now. Don’t worry; it’s a good thing.