I Love Laying in the MUD

My whole life I have had a thing, you know what I mean, a thing, an existence. A contrived living, made up of a mannequin that look somewhat like me. I would grumble because I didn't look like the other mannequins, I would lament of my sorrowful looks. For sure, my life was made up of a series of events that even the most ridiculous Soap Opera would never be able to conceive. But as much as my life was a slab of deification, God always met me. (if you are careful you will notice this is all in past tense until this point). God is my (non Turkish) delight. He takes my lamentations and turns it into a series of movements, fluid, capering, sliding and leaping (this could also be known as dancing in some lands). As soon as my feet hit the ground in repetitive beats and my arms wave the air like a child trying to mimic an elephant, a great sense of ecstatic joy flows through the essence of who I am.

What I have noticed is this, when I wallow in my sorrows, looking only to the things that I do not fit into, live up to, or hope to aspire to, then I sit and roll around in mud; possibly in deification too. Our circumstances don't change when we just gape our mouths open and shut making noises about it, we need to acknowledge the goodness of God. When we remember that DUH God is awesomeness on a stick, we get a rhythm that moves through us. The very definition of turning our mourning into dancing!

I used to try and change things by looking at what I don't have, this would end up in either defeat or I would never live up to my own expectations!
My advice?

STOP IT Lay it all down at His feet, and dance. This is where change happens.