Misery loves company.
When someone that is miserable sees you happy, they will try everything they can to make you feel like they do. Happy people don’t try to tear people down, they lift others up.
Yesterday, I had a man tell me I was fat and I needed to get back in the gym. You know it took a lot of the Holy Spirit to keep me from uploading the screenshot on here ‘cause I’m real like that…but Mama taught me to have some class and respect for people, even if they don’t have respect for me.
I’m just gonna sit here on my bed,
scrunchie in hair,
pajamas on,
under my happiness sign,
sip my coffee like Kermit in my “namaste” mug,
eat a couple doughnuts (cause that’s what big girls do 😉)
and let Jesus take care of the crazy.
“That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.” 2 Corinthians 12:10