I'm sorry to say so but, sadly it's true that bang-ups and hang-ups can happen to you"

Sometimes, life bogs me down. It feels like growing up could be one of the lamest things ever. I hate money, hate having responsibilities and definitely hate the whole being an adult thing. 

Charlie Brown mopes, "This is my depressed stance. When you're depressed, it makes a lot of difference how you stand. The worst thing you can do is straighten up and hold your head high because then you'll start to feel better. If you're going to get any joy out of being depressed, you've got to stand like this."

I wish I could pull the covers over my head and sleep through the rainy days. But sooner or later, life rips the cozy blankets off me and sticks the blaring alarm in my ear, and begrudgingly I get up. 

Because life keeps going. Life is lame like that. 

And sometimes I feel like I'm having this conversation:

"God says to me with kind of a smile,

"Hey how would you like to be God awhile

And steer the world?"

"Okay," says I, I'll give it a try.

Where do I sit?

How much do I get?

What time is lunch?

When can I quit?"

"Gimme back that wheel," says God,

"I don't think you're quite ready yet."

--Shel Silverstein

and then I laugh because I realize that I tried to grab hold of the reigns. I stuck God in the backseat instead of in the pilot's chair. I forgot that I needed to be in my carseat instead of trying to drive. There's a big difference. 

"For this reason I say to you, do not be worried about your life, as to what you will eat or what you will drink; nor for your body, as to what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing? "Look at the birds of the air, that they do not sow, nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not worth much more than they? "And who of you by being worried can add a single hour to his life? And why are you worried about clothing? Observe how the lilies of the field grow; they do not toil nor do they spin, yet I say to you that not even Solomon in all his glory clothed himself like one of these. But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which is alive today and tomorrow is thrown into the furnace, will He not much more clothe you? Ye of little faith! Do not worry then, saying, 'What will we eat?' or 'What will we drink? or 'What will we wear for clothing?' For the Gentiles eagerly seek all these things; for your heavenly Father knows that you need all these things. But seek first His kingdom and His righteousness, and all these things will be added to you. 

So do not worry about tomorrow; for tomorrow will care for itself. 

Each day has enough trouble of its own."

Matthew 6:25-34

Alright God, it's gametime. Time for me to give it up, time for you to be in charge. 

You've blessed me this far. I won't give up on you now.

"I have heard there are troubles of more than one kind. Some come from ahead and some come from behind. But I've bought a big bat. I'm all ready you see. Now my troubles are going to have trouble with me!"  -Dr. Seuss

Ha, eat that world that tries to shut me down