The World of Pooh

I am a bit of an Eeyore, always have been. As a kid, I was never a morning person, I did not speak till I had had my breakfast, a fact my father loved, as he felt it his responsibility to tease me while under my morning dark cloud. The result was usually me getting more irritated and grumpy, hence, his success.

I also am a bit of a Piglet. I have always been a fretter, fearful. I have made mention in a past post how my mom nicknamed me "Little Miss Much-Afraid" after the character in the book, Hinds Feet on High Places. I would like to say, as I have gotten older, I have gotten less fearful. To some degree that would be true, yet in recent months, I think I have gotten more fearful, more frettful about things. I think it because of the having to go it alone bit. So, the combination of Eeyore, and Piglet, well...not always the best. I would love to be more like Pooh, who just sees today, and its needs of sustenance, and looking out for others, or Tigger, positive and energetic, or like wise old Owl, or easy going, calm, adventurous Christopher Robin, or kind, nurturing Kanga, or Roo, who just wants to have fun. But too often I am concerned about Heffalumps and Woozels, knowing full well, they don't exist, yet I give them power over my emotions... consuming my day.

There is a bit of all these characters in me, I suppose, but I long for a balance, a spirit carefree, one that says: Wait on the Lord; be of good courage, and He shall strengthen your heart; wait, I say, on the Lord.

Perhaps I need to snack on some honeycomb, and find a bridge, and go play Pooh sticks.