Sitting criss-cross apple sauce,
on the worn out, nail polished stained carpet,
playing the name game.
Anna banana.
I heard one mess up and scream out.
"I declare a do-over"!
"No, you can't declare a do-over,"
"Why not"?
It was one of those days.
Where my heart was
down.
Down in the dumps.
For no apparent
reason.
Just was.
And everything was making me teary eyed.
( which isn't hard for me anyway)
The bread I made looked like a deflated balloon.
The laundry was up to my eyeballs.
I felt fat and ugly and down right gross.
And then I read something,
that hurt my feelings.
So high-school I know.
I got all insecure.
So high-school I know.
I chipped a nail.
And I screamed out
"I declare a do-over"!
Mommy needed quiet time.
A time to refocus.
(Funny how when you grow up
you look forward to quiet time.)
I marched my way to my room.
and I
prayed that God would help
me do-over the day.
And help me with my stinky attitude,
and my down in the dumps heart.
When I was done praying.
I went into the kitchen and blared the music.
As loud as I could.
So high-school, I know.
(kinda into David Crowder band, heard of them?)
And I started to sing.
And my heart got lighter.
I learned something that day...
that no matter what time in the day
and how much you screwed up
or how lousy you feel.
You can
declare a do-over.
just in case you haven't heard of them:)
