When upon life’s billows you are tempest tossed,
When you are discouraged thinking all is lost,
Count your many blessings name them one by one.
And it will surprise you what the Lord has done.
Are you ever burdened with a load of care,
Does the cross seem heavy you are called to bear?
Count your many blessings, every doubt will fly,
And you will be singing as the days go by.
This hymn has been buzzing through my head all morning. I have felt some of life’s burdens bogging me down. Some of the things are things I have control over, and some of the things I only have control over how I act and react. I am so very blessed, sometimes I don’t see my blessings clearly and they lie in a fog.
In attempt to remedy my frustrations and lift the fog in my mind, I took it out on the punching bag. (Another blessing, I actually have a pretty awesome gym set up in my home.) I kicked, punched and back handed the bag with all my might. I allowed myself to grunt and groan as loud as I felt and gave it all I have got.
I am not feeling really well (stomach bug again!), so my beating of the bag was a brief 12 minute session, topped off with riding my bike that is propped up on a trainer. Now that I am cleaned up and getting on with my day I feel a little better. My issues are the same and nothing is solved, but channeling my frustrations on the bag was helpful. I can now choose to have a better attitude and hope my body doesn’t freeze in soreness tomorrow.
In the mean time I need to keep my sisters motto in mind, “Good things are coming my way!” I actually should be saying to myself, “My life is full of wonderful!” It really is. I have the cutest kids and a supportive husband. What more could a girl ask for??
Life is good, and I shouldn’t let the things of life bog me down and cloud my vision.
Good things are comm’en my way!