GRATEFUL GIRL'S THOUGHT FOR THE DAY
Fine, so I just made up a word. Don't tell Merriam...or Webster...or Oxford, either.
Rutever. exclamation / expression of feeling (language of origin, um, PKese)
1. informally used as a response indicating apathy in conjunction with a challenge or situation causing frustration to the point of emotional submission. A compound word referencing a rut and the utterance 'whatever.'
You know, it's that feeling you get when you're in a rut that you've been trying to lift yourself out of for quite a while but cannot. As soon as you get your right leg swung over the bridge of the pit containing you, BAM! A big wind (a/k/a some blowhard in your life) slams you right back down to your starting point at the bottom of the hole.
Eventually, you just stop trying to claw back up to the top, shrug your shoulders and convince yourself that it's livable down there in the dank, dark rut.
"I guess it's not really that bad. I mean, I can burn some candles to mask the musty smell and get a little warmth and light going on. Maybe even put up some bright yellow curtains and it'll be like there's a real window down here," you lie to yourself...who shakes her head at you and spits, "Yeah, whatever."
Newsflash (and not the fake variety, either!): Your wonderfulness is unique. You are the only YOU in the history of history, ya dig? You have value and worth and give joy to at least one other homo sapien (and probably lots more). You are super awesome at somethin', yo. Don't let anyone convince you otherwise.
Now get your off your bottom and start heading toward the openness of a blue sky and all the possibilities of a new day. Shove that rutever deep, deep down where the sun don't shine and go get yourself some Vitamin D, Capisce?
#believeinyourself #youhaveworth #selflove
Lk 11:28 R. Alleluia, alleluia. Blessed are those who hear the word of God and observe it. R. Alleluia, alleluia. Gospel Lk 10:38-42 Jesus entered a village where a woman whose name was Martha welcomed him. She had a sister named Mary who sat beside the Lord at his feet listening to him speak. Martha, burdened with much serving, came to him and said, "Lord, do you not care that my sister has left me by myself to do the serving? Tell her to help me." The Lord said to her in reply, "Martha, Martha, you are anxious and worried about many things. There is need of only one thing. Mary has chosen the better part and it will not be taken from her."