Full Moon—ah ha.

So…I’ve been in this nail spitting, snarky, angry mood this week. Not PMS, not hormonal rage, just a pure consistent mad with no reason.

So I settled myself in to gratitude mode, and I really dug deep. I was grateful for keeping my mouth shut. I was grateful I had time to myself. I wad grateful I had business calls to make, and they were AWESOME! I know God loves me when I’m being a complete S&@##, and everything goes better than I could plan it. I had to get out of my own way, and be quiet.

So riding on the plane home was the ultimate test…it was rock solid full, I was a raw nerve, and every jerk in America was on that flight. You know it’s a testy flight when the Southwest Jovial attendant says when the plane stops at the gate “OK. Get Off”.

I made it to the stand where my shuttle would take me to my parking garage…I waited 3 buses to get to my car. I got lectured by the bus driver because I didn’t have a “2nd level” slip…and I almost lost it. By the grace of God I made it home to see the biggest full moon rising up out of the Eastern Sky.

It all made sense…why the mood? Why the jerks on the plane? Why the lecture about parking protocol? I’m blaming it on the moon, and I have one more thing to be grateful for.

Some people don’t think the moon has influence on people. I do. Not for religious, supernatural, weird reasons. I believe it is a factor based on the fact the human body is mostly water. If the moon can influence the immeasurable water in the ocean’s tide, it can influence the body.

God brought me through. He’s faithful. I’m humbled, considering I didn’t deserve any of His gracious favor. He is Good to Wendy.


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