I have a full lower lip. It was standard equipment thrown in by the Creator. I have no need for BOTOX injections. I was used to getting what I teased for and got downright miserable when I didnít. Iíd sulk and pout with that bottom lip protruding as an outward sign of self-pity.
I am no longer Daddyís little girl and should have put my childish ways behind me. Yet I still often succumb to bouts of the pouting syndrome. I need regular checkups and frequent reminders that getting my own way likely leads to disaster.
God sends reminders of how well off I really am. He brings my blessings into focus, offering me frequent glances around me. Iím going to put my foot down! I will not, I will not pout. Iíll shout to the Lord! Iíll present offerings of thanksgiving and praise.
ďand they sang responsively, praising and giving thanks to the Lord, ĎFor he is good, for his steadfast love endures for ever toward Israel.í And all the people shouted with a great shout, when they praised the Lord (Ezra 3:11a RSV).Ē Join me in a shout out!