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Lipstick and a prayer

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By design#860
Winter is being stubborn.  Just a few weeks ago, spring teased us and we were happy and hooked.   On this one particular day, driving in to work, I said a few simple prayers, and decided to push back the cold with some color.

I’m not usually one to splash on lipstick, but out came a tube from my purse.  It was practically new because most of the time, the color sticks to my teeth rather than my lips.  There must be a video on how to apply it properly, don’t you think?  I’m not a loyal user, but this dreary morning, it was my secret weapon.  I needed a lift.

So when I walked into the office, I didn’t say good morning.  Instead, I said, “Get your lipstick on, girls!”  We had a good laugh as we complained about the cold and wondered how much longer we’d be tortured by the cold.  We needed to inject some color into the day.  It was a great way to battle the weather.

Do you ever get up with awareness that there’s a remnant of "winter" trying to sneak in your day?  And you know you want to, need to, have to, push back the cold trying to creep in?  It’s funny how much we are influenced by things that revolve around our own planets.  I try to live my life as other oriented, but sadly, much of the time I am much too aware of ME. My thoughts.  My feelings.  I fight to get outside myself, but sometimes, “stuff” takes over my thoughts.  Thoughts that act like a stubborn winter.

So my morning drive is now a time to inject some color in those hidden places in my mind. Thankfully, God helps me with that.  So, there are mornings that begin with lipstick and a prayer.  I just have to remember that the color comes from the Lord.  He colors my day, my thoughts, and my life. God is solid and offers strength for each day. So unlike lipstick that promises to last all day, God is truly solid and his word imparts "colorful" truth to my thoughts.

May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing to you, O Lord, my rock and my redeemer.  Psalm 19:14
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