How I’m Giving Corona The Finger

I'm sitting on the floor in my living room.

My upper back is pressed against the couch cushion, and I'm thoroughly enjoying listening to the birds sing. 

It's morning. All of my curtains are open. And even though the trees still look dead outside, and the yard is a gawd-awful brown color, the birds help keep my focus on something beautiful. 

At the moment, I'm wearing black yoga pants, a black sports bra, and a black tank top. Geez, feeling a little dark this morning, Sam?  

(Reaches for glass of water)

I just got back from a run and I finally had a two-sided convo with the Big Man upstairs. 

I've noticed when I'm angry and the negative thoughts are extremely loud in my head, God won't talk to me. I know He's listening, but it's almost like He waits for the storm to calm before He offers any words of advice. 

I mean, I don't blame the guy. I wouldn't want to yell over and offer advice over a woman crying hysterically and not thinking rational thoughts either. 

(Takes sip of water)

"Be still and you might hear Him." She whispers with delight.

As I started my run - yes - I was sad. My posture wasn't strong. My head wasn't held high, and my choice of music was rather depressing. It's like I didn't know what to feel.

Joyce Meyer once said, "Our feelings are unreliable and cannot be trusted to convey truth."

Oh, Joyce. It's so good to be reminded of this.

Feelings are more unreliable than a rusted out Astro Van with missing lug nuts, a bent rim, and a leaky transmission. Don't trust them, folks. It's okay to feel them, but we shouldn't trust them.

(Stands up/moves laptop to kitchen)

As I finally picked up the pace from a walk to a run, my sadness shifted into anger. 

Thinking random thoughts about the government, the media, people out of work, my family, teachers, thinking about moving to a different country - I finally yelled out loud, "What the f*ck do you want me to do???"

And I kid you not. As I stopped running, as I wiped the tears from my face, God answered me. 

I saw Him sitting behind a desk. He had a dim lamp on in the corner and was doing a bunch of paperwork. Like - piles of it. I was standing directly in front of Him, and after asking my question He slowly looked up at me. He took His glasses off, put both elbows on the desk and both hands under His chin and He said,

"Be the light."

I stood there for a minute, not knowing how to respond. Then He smiled, put His glasses back on, and continued with the paperwork.  

Please keep in mind I'm literally standing on a path in a graveyard and it's pitch black outside. After a few moments, I smiled myself and said to the gravestones, "Be the light." 

As I continued to run, you better believe I smiled and waved at every car that drove by. Granted, there were only 2 of them, as traffic seems to be a bit lighter these days - but still. 

In the darkness of everything, in the darkness of this world - be the light. 

Google defines light as: the natural agent that stimulates sight and makes things visible. Synonyms: illumination, brightness, luminosity, shining, gleaming, brilliant, radiance, luster, glow.

What do you want to make visible for the world to see?

I imagined myself running with the brightest bubble of light around me. It wasn't like a confined bubble, filled with hand sanitizer, disinfectant wipes, and light radiating in. It was a happy light, a fearless light BURSTING and radiating OUT. 

Bob Seger was also radiating out of my headphones as, "Old Time Rock & Roll" was the beat that kept my feet moving.

(Randomly sanitizes hands)

Don't just sit and let the darkness swallow you whole. Stand up and get that ass moving. Don't let social media, the news, government officials, and the opinions of others run-your-show. I don't care what you say - YOU STILL HAVE CONTROL OF YOUR MIND AND EVERYTHING YOU FEED IT.

(Points finger to face and draws aggressive circles)

When I finished my run and reached my front door, I paused before turning the key. The streets were so quiet and still. It was almost eerie. But instead of choosing to be fearful and wrap the stillness with worry, I chose to forcefully flick-off the streets and think to myself - I will not let this steal my joy. 

So I opened up all my curtains with confidence and chose to find the good. 

"And then I heard the birds sing." She says, with a Santa-like cheer. 

A happy heart is good medicine and a cheerful mind works healing, but a broken spirit dries up the bones. -Proverbs 17:22 

Don't let what's happening break your spirit. 

Don't let the world dry up your bones.

Give Corona the finger.

And shine as bright as you can.

If you need to talk to someone - message me - and I will be here to listen.

If you found value in this blog, please drop a comment or share it with someone you love. I'm Living Simply Sam. Living simply is what I do.

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