How can I keep from singing

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens,
bright copper kettles and warm woollen mittens,
brown paper packages tied up with strings,
these are a few of my favourite things. 

Admit it – when you read those words you just had to put a tune to them in your head (or sing them out loud, like I would)!

And now you’re laughing. See what I did there?

Now think of something positive that happened to you today or in the week that’s past. Can you help but smile at the many things that colour your world with a tinge of joy as you go through a tiring day, a tedious week, an arduous journey through life? Reflecting deeper, we’d probably realise that God was always there with his nifty paint brush, waiting only to blend in a helping hand, create a stroke of happiness or add a dab of family time to lift our spirits and imbue our hearts with the joy that only He can give.

And yet how often do we tell ourselves it’s easier to be sad? How many times do we decide that it’s just easier to wallow in self-pity and our own vexation with an unforgiving, merciless world that cares not for poor souls such as ourselves, and neglect to recognise the wealth of blessings that have been so abundantly bestowed upon us?

I believe the song ends something like this:

When the dog bites, when the bee stings, 
when I’m feeling sad,
I simply remember my favourite things,
and then I don’t feel so bad. 

So in the week ahead, I challenge you, in your times of trouble, to remember your favourite things – cling tight to the blessings that God has given you, cling tight to Him and then perhaps you, too, won’t feel all that bad.

❤ Alex


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