I am a person who has routines, and I don’t adapt to change well. I found that by the fifth day of no electricity, I was starting to unravel. As I was making the bed yesterday, appreciative of the fact that I woke up to heat, I found myself still bogged down in my funk.
So I sat down on the edge of the bed, looked out the bedroom window between my favorite two trees and said a prayer. A short prayer asking the Holy Spirit to fill my spirit and to remove the sludge I was feeling.
I’ve spoken before of the songs we grew up singing in Sunday school; well, right after that prayer, I hear, “He’s got the whole world in his hands.” I sing this childhood song in my head as I finish making the bed.
Getting ready to take a shower and the song has gone from “He’s got the whole world in his hands” to “He’s got my world in his hands, he’s got my whole world in his hands…from there, verses went to my children in his hands, my children and their children in his hands. He’s got my marriage in his hands, my health in his hands, the list went on as I sang and danced in the shower, the hot water cleaning my skin as the Holy Spirit cleansed my soul. He’s got my world in his hands.
It’s an easy song and a catchy tune; make it yours. Satan hates it when we praise God, and nothing makes his darkness flee faster than humming a bar or two of God’s love.
So simple it sounds stupid…it sure worked, though. Be blessed today, be a blessing and thank you for joining me. 🥰
Sunshine On My Shoulder 