It was pathetic. Absolutely pathetic. A couple weeks ago, I found myself in a whiny, mangled lump of self-pity. I was grumpy and cantankerous. I seemed cheerful enough. I still laughed and smiled, and lit up everyone's lives (wink), but I felt like an emotional blob of mashed potatoes. Things weren't flowing, I felt out of sync, and just couldn't seem to shake "it", no matter what I did.

One day, I just stopped and stood in my living room. I had a big pout on my face, with wrinkled nose and furrowed brow even. Then I heard my heart beat, and I know it sounds cheesy, but it was like a "knock on the door." I smiled and shook my head, "Oh yeah! God!" It's not like I had forgotten about God or doubted Them or anything...it was just that I wasn't consciously participating in a relationship with God. I wasn't actively talking with God throughout the day. So I greeted God, we smiled at each other, and the conversation recommenced.

Moral of the mini-story: Teach conscious participation in a relationship with God. Better yet, live it.